Luyện nghe bài hát Chips

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

1: Talib]
Fresh from the lab I got the cure
but the pure for the world to hear
It's like gravity 'cause it us here
Red carpet, world
Cinematic, know the score
Instant classic, tour de
I paid the price, I know the
I shake the dice, I know the
It's simple but you know it's deep
When the and the devil on the shoulder speak
Two voices, two
Prepare for war or go in
They believe I'm touring overseas
"Nah, he even rap about coca leaves"
globally not locally
You woke as me, nigga go to sleep
Thank God I'm back, this hard in fact
This target practice, red
Standing up 'cause I'm man
And then turn her on like wet
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, ain't sex scenes
They built to last, they bust quicker
Fast talking like tongue
These young spitters fuck with us
Pardon my French like I tongue her
in the day they used to hunt niggas
And they hung for being [?] niggas
Now the are spittin' when the hunger hit us
These niggas like come and get us

[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 to the Brook without the chip

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka
Waka! Waka! Waka! Flocka!
Flocka! Flocka! Flame!
Fuck that shit, this is quality
Y'all thought I could hardly rap
Better watch ya front, better 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
I could still put dick in ya hoe
And I'd die rich than live po' oh
Busta bust better me some mo'
We hit a lick then [?]
sell again one minute ago
I give a fuck if you friendly or foe
I the ring, gimme the ring
I diss rappers, get in the ring
Sit in the clink I ever sing
You see me winning, chips with my
Real you gotta deal with
check the torch, we still lit
"Flocka who you get a mil with?"
Niggas I ain't used to have a meal
I'm enlightened now, frightened now
So excited, you like it, then the style
They did it before, do it again
I'm a motion picture, let the begin
to hit niggas, they'll sue me again
Got plaques, I'm a truly gem
I'm a rudeboy, roll the doobie
marching, we moving in
Flocka!

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