Luyện nghe bài hát Chips

[Hook:
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
We ain't going back without chip
We ain't coming back to the without that chip
We ain't coming back without chip
You got next, we got forever, join the

1: Talib]
Fresh from the lab like I got the
Nothing but the pure for the world to
It's like gravity it pulled us here
Red carpet, premiere
Cinematic, they know the
Instant classic, de force
I paid the price, I know the
I shake the dice, I the toss
It's simple really but you know deep
When the angel and the devil on the speak
Two voices, two
for war or go in peace
They don't believe I'm touring
"Nah, he even rap about coca leaves"
globally not locally
You ain't woke as me, go to sleep
Thank God I'm back, this ain't in fact
This practice, red beams
Standing up 'cause I'm man
And then turn her on like wet
You wet it up, you can step it up
You ain't up with my [?] dream
And I'm too fast, [?]
Why you showing yo ass, this sex scenes
They ain't to last, they bust quicker
Fast talking like twister
These young can't fuck with us
my French like I tongue kissed her
Back in the day they to hunt niggas
And they hung niggas for being [?]
Now the guns are when the hunger hit us
These young niggas come and get us

[Hook:
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 the chip

[Verse 2: Flocka Flame]
Waka! Waka! Waka! Flocka!
Flocka! Flocka! Flame!
Fuck that shit, this is quality
Y'all really thought I could rap
Better watch ya front, better ya back
Every mufuckin' bar is a heart
Better work out hard, your cardiac
my shawty at, where my 40 at
My shit a event, you a show
Nigga I could still get a for the low
Nigga I could put dick in ya hoe
And I'd rather die than live po' oh
Busta bust give me some mo'
We hit a lick then [?]
I'ma sell again one ago
I don't give a fuck if you or foe
I need the ring, the ring
I diss rappers, get in the ring
Sit in the before I ever sing
You see me winning, chips with my
Real you gotta deal with
Better check the torch, we lit
"Flocka who you get a mil with?"
I ain't used to have a meal with
I'm enlightened now, 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, roll the doobie
Forward marching, we in
Flocka!

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