Luyện nghe bài hát Chips

[Hook:
to Abbey Road, who got that soul?
We 100 on the road, 100 at
Rose from the ruins a Pac poem
We ain't going to the Brook without the chip
We ain't back without that 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

1: Talib]
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, world
Cinematic, they the score
Instant classic, de force
I paid the price, I the course
I the dice, I know 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 about leaves"
globally not locally
You ain't woke as me, go to sleep
Thank God I'm back, this ain't hard in
This practice, red beams
Standing up I'm man enough
And then turn her on like wet
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 built to last, bust quicker
talking like tongue twister
These young spitters fuck with us
Pardon my French like I tongue her
Back in the day they used to hunt
And they niggas for being [?] niggas
Now the are spittin' when the hunger hit us
These young like come and get us

[Hook:
Flatbush to Road, who got that soul?
We 100 on the road, 100 at
Rose from the ruins a Pac poem
We ain't going back to the without the chip

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka
Waka! Waka! Waka! Flocka!
Flocka! Flocka! Flame!
Fuck that shit, is quality trap
Y'all really I could hardly rap
watch ya front, better guard ya back
Every bar is a heart attack
Better work out hard, your cardiac
my shawty at, where my 40 at
My shit a event, you shit a
Nigga I could still get a for the low
Nigga I could still put in ya hoe
And I'd rather die rich than po' oh
bust better 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 diss rappers, get in the ring
Sit in the clink before I sing
You see me winning, chips 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 with
I'm now, they frightened now
So excited, you like it, bite the style
They did it before, they'll do it
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, the doobie again
Forward marching, we in
Flocka!

Talib]
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 that chip
We ain't back to the Brook without that chip
We ain't coming without that chip
You got next, we got forever, join the