Luyện nghe bài hát Chi-Raq To LA

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Know some Hoover niggas that's down to
For a homicide, its drama time
Niggas thinkin' they MCs
Can't get touched, well hammer time
Who the fuck is Lil
I dust you like ash and
Your flow wack, my flow
Got marble floors, floors crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, these niggas broke, need ankle
Don't ride around in LA, if you ain't come on the jet the strap
My 52 Orange roofs
orange coupes, Ciroc juice
Trel said fuck all you, my OG out soon
H rat, shout out
boy Q, my dog
You're a one, I owe you
Shot at them niggas when you the news
If your daughter ever need something, hesitate I got you
Posted up on sunset at the Of Blues like it's all cool
get trapped in Vegas too
call Mally he with Big U
I be in Bel Air, still got niggas in the field
20 Million, LK real, with in that SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil Jets G5's
Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby
My cost 2 chickens
you ain't got one? Don't talk my
I'm king shitting on yo
and we in the gym
Tryna be a baller? End up Flip in "Above The Rim"
You too small like
I'm the mosquito
put you under the earth now it's a garden on your tombstone
You shit teenagers
teething on hundos
I'll hold you like the slave you are, all my mayo
You from Illinois? I'll bring the
You ain't platinum? Don't to me
Grammy nominated? talk to me
20 Million? Don't to me
It's levels to this boy
you basement, Don't to me
You want the fame? I'll take your name and that weak bitch you asleep with!

Ain't got no time for this rap
Blood Money, Money
Ain't got no for this rap shit
Cash Money, Money
got no time for this rap shit
rap money, money
I'm nigga, straightjacket!
Yo let a nigga hit him with a ratchet
Big U let a nigga get some
I'ma torch the building La Familia
Pull up and spin a backwards
Light it up, a nigga like a Backwood
(Gotta DMX)
Coming with my dogs
That going through walls
This beef That's me shit
Pull up that Meek shit
That monster truck up side of that Benz?

(Niggas saying nothin')
aimed at yo whip, nigga!
(Niggas ain't nothin')
Cash Money, Family Hustle Tip, nigga!
(Niggas saying nothin')
through, few Bloods, few Crips, nigga!
(Niggas ain't nothin')
T Raw? I got you, trip, nigga!

off lemme go on 40 Glocc again
Talk about my kids on
Nigga wanna get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie I pulled out a Glock on him
Don't me resurrect Pac again!
You ScHoolboy like and Top and them
Have a bitch nigga running to the cops
It's all Gucci Mane, Flock and them (green Light)
That mean go
if you see this ho nigga, on mamas nigga it's a (green Light)
From where my died to Riverside
your niggas know it's a (green Light)
Better run through the red
fuck and be a dead one
(Jump in the of beef, 'cause I don't like no one)
(Step behind these bars and I don't not one)
(Niggas bumping they but they don't like no guns)
(Just your eyes and that light gon' come)
I don't fuck no new niggas
like to sue, no woo nigga
Tyga hit me "Durk dissing"
Dirk Dirk who nigga?
heard of these niggas
Some of the of these niggas
Don't make me put on nigga
Let the AK I'm serving niggas
Yo T raw, time to murder these
Black suburban these
I'm taking bitches, I'm taking
yeah I'm Young these niggas

Ain't start making guns when made you nigga
Ain't no Jayhawk but K you nigga
And I know Hoovers, I know 60s, I know Westside Pirus, down to die too
Move in on 50s
I got niggas on west and the of Chi too
up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing bullets like Jay Cutler
Fuck this, this?
Niggas all that fuck shit, tough shit
Put a nigga on like
I know Lil Wayne, I Lil Reese
I Lil Herb, I know Lil Keef
I know Lil Boosie, nigga free like this ass whooping
fuck with me, I got hands, I got bands
Got damn I am what I am .45 Go with no jam
Bring a nigga Vietnam, go ham
runnin' out of ham, let's go spam
Nigga dip through set like Killa Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, no fans
This is a DM with no
Ridin' through the Chi, ever seen Oprah
Hit a 300 with my little Sosa
Brown paper bag, on a Four Loko
Nigga get love, I ain't talkin' 'bout The
Niggas got killers out here, west side, they feel us out
Weasel and Chicago, realest out here
Old man and the capitol is out here
? on the low end
all my BD niggas bring the in
And BdD twins up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, hold your head
If you getting nigga hold your bread
my Pelle P like L.E.D.
them Bogus Boys? They with me
I fuck with till I OD'
69, Deuce, Marshalville I mean Murderville
G, gave me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to kill
She the Chi, but she ain't shy
She ain't never met a nigga who die
I'm so Southside I'm so
I'm so Westside, "Ain't I?"
Got more niggas in the Chi than Jay (Chi Jay)
I might be more Chi Town than Ye' (Chi than Ye')
I'm on the low end with my nigga Par K (With my Par K)
And he A GD, but free Bump J
4Ch but I'm like Barksdale in Shark Tale
OG like a car
Chopper spins, you do
Lil under a lil dirt

(And knows you)
Dis what they want!
(Nobody you)
(Bitch I thought was Future's song!)
(I'm bout to you)
You done caught yourself a L dog
(Man nobody you)
You heard of Lil Durk? Nigga, nah!