Luyện nghe bài hát Chips

[Hook:
Flatbush to Abbey Road, who got that
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 without that chip
We ain't coming back to the Brook without that
We ain't coming back that chip
You got next, we got forever, join the

[Verse 1:
Fresh from the lab like I got the
but the pure for the world to hear
It's like 'cause it pulled us here
Red carpet, premiere
Cinematic, they know the
Instant classic, tour de
I paid the price, I the course
I the dice, I know the toss
It's simple really but you know it's
When the and the devil on the shoulder speak
Two voices, two
Prepare for war or go in
They don't I'm touring overseas
"Nah, he don't rap about coca leaves"
Think globally not
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 'cause I'm man
And then turn her on wet dreams
You wet it up, you can step it up
You catching up with my [?] dream
And I'm too fast, [?]
Why you showing yo ass, this sex scenes
They built to last, they bust quicker
talking like tongue twister
These young can't fuck with us
Pardon my like I tongue kissed her
in the day they 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

Talib]
Flatbush to Road, who got that soul?
We 100 on the road, 100 at
Rose from the like a Pac poem
We ain't going back to the without the chip

[Verse 2: Flocka Flame]
Waka! Waka! Waka! Flocka!
Flocka! Flocka! Flame!
Fuck that shit, this is quality
Y'all really thought I hardly rap
Better watch ya front, better guard ya
Every bar is a heart attack
Better work out hard, watch your
Wear my at, where my 40 at
My a event, you shit a show
I could still get a brick for the low
Nigga I could put dick in ya hoe
And I'd rather die rich live po' oh
bust better give me some mo'
We hit a lick then [?]
sell again one minute ago
I don't 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 with my
Real shit you gotta deal
Better check the torch, we lit
"Flocka who you get a mil with?"
Niggas I ain't used to have a meal
I'm enlightened now, frightened now
So excited, you like it, then the style
They did it before, do it again
I'm a picture, let the movie begin
to hit niggas, they'll sue me again
Got plaques, I'm a truly gem
I'm a rudeboy, roll the doobie
Forward marching, we in
Flocka!

[Hook:
Flatbush to Road, who got that soul?
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 going back without chip
We ain't coming back to the Brook without that
We coming back without that chip
You got next, we got forever, the list