Luyện nghe bài hát Chips

[Hook:
Flatbush to Abbey Road, who got that
We 100 on the road, 100 at
Rose from the like a Pac poem
We going back to the Brook without the chip
We ain't back without that chip
We ain't coming back to the Brook without chip
We ain't back without that chip
You got next, we got forever, join the

1: Talib]
Fresh the lab like I got the cure
Nothing but the pure for the world to
It's like 'cause it pulled us here
Red carpet, premiere
Cinematic, they the score
Instant classic, de force
I paid the price, I know the
I shake the dice, I know the
simple really but you know it's deep
When the angel and the devil on the speak
Two voices, two
Prepare for war or go in
They don't believe I'm overseas
"Nah, he even rap about coca leaves"
Think globally not
You ain't as me, nigga go to sleep
Thank God I'm back, this ain't hard in
This target practice, red
Standing up 'cause I'm man
And then her on like wet dreams
You can't wet it up, you can it up
You catching up with my [?] dream
And I'm too fast, [?]
Why you yo ass, this ain't sex scenes
They ain't built to last, bust quicker
Fast talking tongue twister
These spitters can't fuck with us
Pardon my French like I kissed her
Back in the day used to hunt niggas
And they hung niggas for [?] niggas
Now the are spittin' when the hunger hit us
These young niggas like and get us

[Hook:
Flatbush to Abbey Road, who got soul?
We 100 on the road, 100 at
Rose from the ruins a Pac poem
We going back to the Brook without the chip

2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Waka! Waka! Waka! Flocka!
Flocka! Flocka! Flame!
Fuck that shit, is quality trap
really thought I could hardly rap
Better watch ya front, guard ya back
Every bar is a heart attack
Better out hard, watch your cardiac
Wear my shawty at, my 40 at
My shit a event, you a show
Nigga I could still get a for the low
Nigga I still put dick in ya hoe
And I'd rather die rich than po' oh
Busta bust better me some mo'
We hit a lick then [?]
I'ma again one minute ago
I give a fuck if you friendly or foe
I the ring, gimme the ring
I diss rappers, get in the ring
Sit in the clink before I sing
You see me winning, chips with my
Real you gotta deal with
Better check the torch, we lit
"Flocka who you get a mil with?"
Niggas I used to have a meal with
I'm enlightened now, they now
So excited, you like it, then bite the
They did it before, do it again
I'm a motion picture, let the movie
Scared to hit niggas, sue me again
Got plaques, I'm a truly gem
I'm a rudeboy, roll the doobie
marching, we moving in
Flocka!

[Hook:
Flatbush to Abbey Road, who got soul?
We 100 on the road, 100 at
Rose from the ruins like a Pac
We ain't going back to the without the chip
We ain't going back that chip
We coming back to the Brook without that chip
We coming back without that chip
You got next, we got forever, join the