Luyện nghe bài hát Chips

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

[Verse 1:
from the lab like I got the cure
Nothing but the for the world to hear
It's like 'cause it pulled us here
Red carpet, premiere
Cinematic, they know the
classic, tour de force
I paid the price, I know the
I shake the dice, I the toss
It's simple really but you know it's
When the and the devil on the shoulder speak
Two voices, two
for war or go in peace
They don't believe I'm overseas
"Nah, he don't even rap about leaves"
Think globally not
You ain't woke as me, nigga go to
Thank God I'm back, this hard in fact
This target practice, red
Standing up 'cause I'm man
And then turn her on like wet
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 ain't sex
They ain't built to last, they quicker
Fast like tongue twister
young spitters can't fuck with us
Pardon my French like I kissed her
in the day they used to hunt niggas
And they niggas for being [?] niggas
Now the guns are spittin' the hunger hit us
These young niggas like and get us

Talib]
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 back to the without the chip

[Verse 2: Flocka Flame]
Waka! Waka! Waka! Flocka!
Flocka! Flocka! Flame!
Fuck that shit, this is quality
really thought I could hardly rap
Better watch ya front, guard ya back
Every mufuckin' bar is a attack
Better work out hard, watch cardiac
Wear my at, where my 40 at
My a event, you shit a show
Nigga I could get a brick for the low
Nigga I still put dick in ya hoe
And I'd die rich than live po' oh
Busta bust give me some mo'
We gon' hit a then [?]
I'ma sell again one ago
I give a fuck if you friendly or foe
I need the ring, gimme the
I don't diss rappers, get in the
Sit in the before I ever sing
You see me winning, with my team
Real shit you gotta with
check the torch, we still 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 bite the
did it before, they'll 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, the doobie again
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 ain't back to the Brook without the chip
We ain't back without that chip
We coming back to the Brook without that chip
We ain't coming back that chip
You got next, we got forever, the list