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
Niggas that they MCs
Can't get touched, well it's time
Who the is Lil Durk?
I you like ash and purp
Your flow wack, my flow
Got marble floors, floors crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, these broke, need ankle wraps
Don't ride around in LA, if you come on the jet with the strap
My 52 Orange roofs
orange coupes, Ciroc orange
Trel said all you, my OG Chimp out soon
H rat, shout out
boy Q, my dog
You're a one, I owe you
at them niggas 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
Mally Mall he with Big U
I might be in Bel Air, still got in the field
20 Million, LK real, with in that SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil just G5's
Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and Nitty
My cost 2 chickens
you ain't got one? talk my language
I'm shitting on yo bitch
and we in the gym
Tryna be a baller? End up like in "Above The Rim"
You too small like
I'm the mosquito
I'll put you under the earth now it's a on your tombstone
You stain teenagers
teething on hundos
I'll hold you the slave you are, all my whips mayo
You from I'll bring the noise
You ain't platinum? Don't to me
nominated? Don't talk 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 that weak bitch you fall with!

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

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

First off go on 40 Glocc again
Talk about my on Instagram?
must wanna get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie like I out a Glock on him
Don't make me Pac again!
You ScHoolboy like Kendrick and Top and
Have a nigga running to the cops again
It's all Mane, Waka Flock and them (green Light)
mean go nigga
if you ever see this ho nigga, on mamas nigga a (green Light)
From where my nigga to Riverside
even your niggas it's a (green Light)
Better run the red ones
fuck around and be a one
(Jump in the middle of beef, I don't like no one)
(Step behind these and I don't write not one)
(Niggas bumping they but they don't like no guns)
(Just close eyes and that light gon' come)
I don't with no new niggas
they like to sue, no woo
hit me like "Durk dissing"
Dirk Nowitzki? Dirk who
Never heard of niggas
of the nerve of these niggas
Don't make me put on nigga
Let the AK I'm serving niggas
Yo T raw, time to murder niggas
Black these niggas
I'm taking bitches, I'm taking
yeah I'm Young Bergin' these

Ain't start guns when they made you nigga
Ain't no but I'll K you nigga
And I know Hoovers, I know 60s, I know Pirus, niggas down to die too
in on them 50s
I got on west and the Southside of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing bullets like Jay
Fuck this, what's
Niggas talking all that shit, tough shit
Put a nigga on like
I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil
I Lil Herb, I know Lil Keef
I know Lil Boosie, that nigga free this ass whooping
Come fuck 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
Niggas runnin' out of ham, let's go
Nigga dip through your set Killa Cam
I'm to the man, with no fans
is a DM with no gram
Ridin' through the Chi, ain't seen Oprah
Hit a 300 with my little Sosa
Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Loko
Nigga get love, I ain't talkin' The Notebook
Niggas got killers out here, west side, they feel us out
Like Weasel and Chicago, realest out
Old man and the capitol hill is out
? on the low end
all my BD bring the dope in
And BdD twins locked up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, your head
If you getting money nigga hold your
Rock my Pelle P L.E.D.
them Bogus Boys? Fuck with me
I fuck stones till I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, Marshalville I Murderville
Yellow G, gave me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to
She from the Chi, but she shy
She never met a nigga who can't 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 Chi Town 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 like Barksdale in this Tale
OG like a car
spins, you do cartwheels
Lil Durk under a lil

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