Luyện nghe bài hát Chi-Raq To LA

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Know some Hoover that's down to ride
For a homicide, its drama time
thinkin' that they MCs
Can't get touched, it's hammer time
Who the fuck is Lil
I you like ash and purp
Your flow wack, my crack
Got marble floors, floors crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, these niggas broke, ankle wraps
Don't ride around in LA, if you come on the jet with the strap
My niggas 52 roofs
orange coupes, orange juice
Trel said all you, my OG Chimp out soon
H rat, shout out
boy Q, my dog
a real one, I owe you
Shot at them when you heard the news
If daughter ever need something, don't hesitate I got you
Posted up on sunset at the House Of Blues like all cool
Might get 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 echelon, no Lil Jets just G5's
Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and Nitty
My Maybach 2 chickens
you ain't got one? Don't talk my
I'm shitting on yo bitch
and we in the gym
Tryna be a End up like Flip in "Above The Rim"
You too like Smeagol
I'm swatting the
I'll put you under the now it's a garden on your tombstone
You shit teenagers
barely on hundos
I'll hold you the slave you are, all my whips mayo
You from Illinois? I'll bring the
You platinum? Don't talk to me
Grammy nominated? Don't to me
20 Million? talk to me
levels to this shit boy
you basement, talk to me
You want the fame? I'll take your name and weak bitch you fall asleep with!

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

(Niggas ain't nothin')
Choppers at yo whip, nigga!
(Niggas saying nothin')
Money, Family Hustle like Tip, nigga!
(Niggas saying nothin')
through, few Bloods, few Crips, nigga!
(Niggas ain't nothin')
T I got you, don't trip, nigga!

First off lemme go on 40 again
Talk about my kids on
must wanna get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie like I pulled out a on him
Don't me resurrect Pac again!
You ScHoolboy Kendrick and Top and them
a bitch nigga running to the cops again
It's all Gucci Mane, Waka and them (green Light)
mean go nigga
if you ever see this ho nigga, on mamas nigga a (green Light)
From my nigga died to Riverside
even your niggas know a (green Light)
Better run the red ones
around and be a dead one
(Jump in the of beef, 'cause I don't like no one)
(Step these bars and I don't write not one)
(Niggas they lips but they don't like no guns)
(Just close your eyes and that light come)
I don't with no new niggas
they like to sue, no woo
hit me like "Durk dissing"
Dirk Dirk who nigga?
Never heard of niggas
Some of the nerve of these
make me put on burgundy nigga
Let the AK I'm serving these
Yo T raw, time to these niggas
Black suburban niggas
I'm taking bitches, I'm taking
yeah I'm Young these niggas

Ain't start making guns when they made you
no Jayhawk but I'll K you nigga
And I know Hoovers, I 60s, I know Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too
Move in on 50s
I got niggas on and the Southside of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing like Jay Cutler
this, what's this?
Niggas talking all that fuck shit, tough
Put a on like Trukfit
I know Lil Wayne, I Lil Reese
I Lil Herb, I know Lil Keef
I know Lil Boosie, that free like this ass whooping
Come fuck with me, I got hands, I got
Got damn I am what I am .45 Go blam no jam
Bring a Vietnam, let's go ham
runnin' out of ham, let's go spam
Nigga dip through your set like Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, with no
This is a DM no gram
through the Chi, ain't ever seen Oprah
Hit a 300 my little nigga Sosa
Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Four
Nigga get love, I ain't 'bout The Notebook
Niggas got killers out here, west side, they us out here
Like Weasel and Chicago, out here
Old man and the capitol hill is out
? on the low end
all my BD niggas the dope in
And BdD twins locked up in the feds and my nigga J, hold your head
If you getting nigga hold your bread
Rock my P like L.E.D.
them Bogus Boys? Fuck with me
I fuck with till I OD'
69, Deuce, Marshalville I mean Murderville
Yellow G, me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to kill
She the Chi, but she ain't shy
She ain't met a nigga who can't die
I'm so I'm so Northside
I'm so Westside, "Ain't I?"
Got more niggas in the Chi Jay (Chi than Jay)
I might be more Chi than Ye' (Chi Town than Ye')
I'm on the low end with my nigga Par K (With my Par K)
And he A GD, but it's Bump J
4Ch but I'm Barksdale in this Shark Tale
OG a car sale
spins, you do cartwheels
Lil Durk under a lil

(And knows you)
Dis ain't they want!
(Nobody you)
(Bitch I thought was Future's song!)
(I'm bout to you)
You done caught a Little L dog
(Man knows you)
You of Lil Durk? Nigga, hell nah!