Luyện nghe bài hát Chips

[Hook:
Flatbush to Abbey Road, who got that
We 100 on the road, 100 at
Rose from the ruins a Pac poem
We ain't back to the Brook without the chip
We ain't going back without that
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 the lab like I got the cure
Nothing but the for the world to hear
It's like gravity it pulled us here
Red carpet, world
Cinematic, know the score
classic, tour de force
I paid the price, I the course
I shake the dice, I know the
It's simple but you know it's deep
When the angel and the on the shoulder speak
Two voices, two
for war or go in peace
They don't I'm touring overseas
"Nah, he even rap about coca leaves"
Think globally not
You ain't as me, nigga go to sleep
Thank God I'm back, this ain't in fact
This practice, red beams
up 'cause I'm man enough
And turn her on like wet dreams
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 ain't sex
They ain't built to last, they bust
Fast like tongue twister
These spitters can't fuck with us
Pardon my French like I kissed her
Back in the day they used to niggas
And hung niggas for being [?] niggas
Now the guns are spittin' the hunger 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 the ruins like a Pac poem
We going back to the Brook without the chip

2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Waka! Waka! Waka! Flocka!
Flocka! Flocka! Flame!
Fuck that shit, this is quality
really thought I could hardly rap
Better watch ya front, better ya back
Every mufuckin' bar is a attack
Better work out hard, your cardiac
Wear my at, where my 40 at
My shit a event, you shit a
Nigga I could still get a for the low
Nigga I still put dick in ya hoe
And I'd rather die rich than po' oh
Busta bust better me some mo'
We gon' hit a lick [?]
I'ma again one minute ago
I don't give a if you friendly or foe
I need the ring, the ring
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 deal with
Better check the torch, we 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 like it, then bite the
did it before, they'll do it again
I'm a picture, let the movie begin
Scared to hit niggas, sue me again
Got platinum plaques, I'm a gem
I'm a rudeboy, roll the doobie
Forward marching, we 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 ain't back to the Brook without the chip
We ain't going back that chip
We ain't coming back to the Brook that chip
We ain't back without that chip
You got next, we got forever, join the