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 without that chip
We ain't coming without that chip
You got next, we got forever, join the

1: Talib]
Fresh the lab like I got the cure
Nothing but the pure for the to hear
It's like gravity 'cause it us here
Red carpet, premiere
Cinematic, know the score
classic, tour de force
I paid the price, I know the
I the dice, I know the toss
It's simple really but you it's deep
When the and the devil on the shoulder speak
Two voices, two
for war or go in peace
They don't I'm touring overseas
"Nah, he don't rap about coca leaves"
Think not locally
You ain't as me, nigga go to sleep
Thank God I'm back, this ain't in fact
target practice, red beams
Standing up 'cause I'm man
And then turn her on like wet
You can't wet it up, you can it up
You ain't catching up with my [?]
And I'm too fast, [?]
Why you yo ass, this ain't sex scenes
They ain't built to last, they bust
Fast talking like tongue
These young can't fuck with us
Pardon my French like I tongue her
Back in the day used to hunt niggas
And they hung niggas for being [?]
Now the guns are spittin' when the hit us
These young like come and get us

Talib]
Flatbush to Abbey Road, who got soul?
We 100 on the road, 100 at
Rose from the ruins like a Pac
We ain't going 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 thought I could hardly rap
Better watch ya front, guard ya back
mufuckin' bar is a heart attack
Better work out hard, watch cardiac
my shawty 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 rather die rich live po' oh
Busta bust better me some mo'
We gon' hit a lick [?]
sell again one minute ago
I don't a fuck if you friendly or foe
I need the ring, gimme the
I don't rappers, get in the ring
Sit in the clink before I ever
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 with
I'm now, they 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
marching, we moving in
Flocka!

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