Luyện nghe bài hát Chips

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

[Verse 1:
Fresh the lab like I got the cure
Nothing but the pure for the world to
It's like gravity 'cause it us here
Red carpet, world
Cinematic, they the score
Instant classic, de force
I paid the price, I know the
I shake the dice, I know the
It's simple really but you it's deep
When the angel and the devil on the shoulder
Two voices, two
for war or go in peace
They don't believe I'm overseas
"Nah, he don't rap about coca leaves"
Think globally not
You woke as me, nigga go to sleep
Thank God I'm back, this ain't in fact
This target practice, red
Standing up 'cause I'm man
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 like tongue
These young spitters fuck with us
my French like I tongue kissed her
Back in the day used to hunt niggas
And they hung niggas for being [?]
Now the guns are spittin' 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
from the ruins like a Pac poem
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 hardly rap
Better watch ya front, better ya back
Every mufuckin' bar is a attack
Better out hard, watch your cardiac
my shawty at, where my 40 at
My shit a event, you shit a
Nigga I still get a brick for the low
I could still put dick in ya hoe
And I'd rather die than live po' oh
Busta bust give me some mo'
We gon' hit a lick [?]
I'ma sell one minute ago
I don't a fuck if you friendly or foe
I the ring, gimme the ring
I don't rappers, get in the ring
Sit in the clink I ever sing
You see me winning, chips my team
Real you gotta deal with
Better check the torch, we lit
"Flocka who you get a mil with?"
Niggas I ain't used to have a meal
I'm enlightened now, they now
So excited, you it, then bite the style
did it before, they'll do it again
I'm a motion picture, let the movie
Scared to hit niggas, they'll sue me
Got platinum plaques, I'm a gem
I'm a rudeboy, the doobie again
marching, we moving in
Flocka!

[Hook:
Flatbush to Abbey Road, who got soul?
We 100 on the road, 100 at
Rose from the ruins like a Pac
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, the list