Luyện nghe bài hát Chips

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

1: Talib]
Fresh the lab like I got the cure
but the pure for the world to hear
It's like gravity 'cause it us here
Red carpet, world
Cinematic, they know the
classic, tour de force
I paid the price, I the course
I shake the dice, I the toss
It's simple really but you know deep
When the and the devil on the shoulder speak
Two voices, two
Prepare for war or go in
They don't believe I'm touring
"Nah, he don't even rap about leaves"
Think globally not
You woke as me, nigga go to sleep
Thank God I'm back, this ain't in fact
This practice, red beams
Standing up I'm man enough
And then her on like wet dreams
You can't wet it up, you can it up
You ain't catching up with my [?]
And I'm too fast, [?]
Why you showing yo ass, this sex scenes
ain't built to last, they bust quicker
Fast talking tongue twister
These spitters can't fuck with us
Pardon my like I tongue kissed her
Back in the day used to hunt niggas
And they niggas for being [?] niggas
Now the guns are spittin' when the hit us
These niggas like come and get us

Talib]
Flatbush to Abbey Road, who got that
We 100 on the road, 100 at
Rose from the ruins like a Pac
We ain't back to the Brook without the chip

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka
Waka! Waka! Waka! Flocka!
Flocka! Flocka! Flame!
that shit, this is quality trap
Y'all really thought I could rap
Better watch ya front, better ya back
Every mufuckin' bar is a attack
Better work out hard, watch your
Wear my shawty at, my 40 at
My shit a event, you shit a
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 better give me mo'
We gon' hit a lick [?]
sell again one minute ago
I give a fuck if you friendly or foe
I need the ring, the ring
I don't rappers, get in the ring
Sit in the before I ever sing
You see me winning, chips with my
Real shit you gotta with
Better check the torch, we lit
"Flocka who you get a mil with?"
Niggas I ain't to have a meal with
I'm enlightened now, frightened now
So excited, you like it, bite the style
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 ruins like a Pac
We ain't going back to the without the chip
We ain't going back that chip
We ain't coming back to the Brook that chip
We coming back without that chip
You got next, we got forever, the list