Luyện nghe bài hát Chips

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

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

[Hook:
Flatbush to Abbey Road, who got that
We 100 on the road, 100 at
Rose the ruins like a Pac poem
We ain't going back to the Brook the chip

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka
Waka! Waka! Waka! Flocka!
Flocka! Flocka! Flame!
Fuck that shit, this is trap
Y'all really I could hardly rap
watch ya front, better guard ya back
Every bar is a heart attack
work out hard, watch your cardiac
Wear my at, where my 40 at
My a event, you shit a show
Nigga I still get a brick for the low
I could still put dick in ya hoe
And I'd rather die than live po' oh
bust better give me some mo'
We gon' hit a then [?]
sell again one minute ago
I give a fuck if you friendly or foe
I the ring, gimme the ring
I don't diss rappers, get in the
Sit in the clink before I sing
You see me winning, chips my team
Real shit you deal with
Better check the torch, we lit
"Flocka who you get a mil with?"
I ain't used to have a meal with
I'm now, they frightened now
So excited, you like it, then the style
They did it before, they'll do it
I'm a motion picture, let the begin
Scared to hit niggas, they'll sue me
Got plaques, I'm a truly gem
I'm a rudeboy, roll the again
marching, we moving in
Flocka!

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