Luyện nghe bài hát Chips

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

[Verse 1:
Fresh the lab like I got the cure
but the pure for the world to hear
It's like 'cause it pulled us here
Red carpet, premiere
Cinematic, they the score
classic, tour de force
I the price, I know the course
I shake the dice, I the toss
It's really but you know it's deep
When the and the devil on the shoulder speak
Two voices, two
for war or go in peace
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
Thank God I'm back, this ain't hard in
This practice, red beams
Standing up 'cause I'm man
And then turn her on wet dreams
You can't wet it up, you can it up
You catching up with my [?] dream
And I'm too fast, [?]
Why you showing yo ass, this ain't sex
ain't built to last, they bust quicker
Fast talking like twister
These spitters can't fuck with us
my French like I tongue kissed her
Back in the day they used to hunt
And they hung for being [?] niggas
Now the guns are when the hunger hit us
young niggas like come and get us

[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

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka
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
work out hard, watch your cardiac
Wear my shawty at, my 40 at
My shit a event, you a show
Nigga I could 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 don't a fuck if you friendly or foe
I need the ring, gimme the
I don't diss rappers, get in the
Sit in the clink before I ever
You see me winning, with my team
Real shit you gotta with
Better the torch, we still lit
"Flocka who you get a mil with?"
Niggas I ain't used to have a with
I'm enlightened now, frightened now
So excited, you it, then 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, roll the again
Forward marching, we in
Flocka!

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 Brook without the
We ain't going without that chip
We ain't coming back to the Brook without chip
We ain't coming without that chip
You got next, we got forever, the list