Luyện nghe bài hát Chips

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

[Verse 1:
Fresh from the lab I got the cure
Nothing but the pure for the world to
It's gravity 'cause it pulled us here
Red carpet, premiere
Cinematic, know the score
Instant classic, tour de
I paid the price, I the course
I the dice, I know the toss
It's simple really but you know it's
When the angel and the devil on the speak
Two voices, two
Prepare for war or go in
They don't believe I'm overseas
"Nah, he even rap about coca leaves"
Think not locally
You ain't woke as me, nigga go to
Thank God I'm back, this ain't hard in
This target practice, red
up 'cause I'm man enough
And then her on like wet dreams
You can't wet it up, you can it up
You ain't up with my [?] dream
And I'm too fast, [?]
Why you showing yo ass, ain't sex scenes
They ain't built to last, bust quicker
Fast like tongue twister
These young spitters can't with us
Pardon my French like I tongue her
Back in the day they used to hunt
And they hung niggas for [?] niggas
Now the guns are spittin' when the hit us
These young niggas come and get us

[Hook:
to Abbey Road, who got that soul?
We 100 on the road, 100 at
Rose from the ruins a Pac poem
We ain't back to the Brook without the chip

2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Waka! Waka! Waka! Flocka!
Flocka! Flocka! Flame!
Fuck that shit, this is trap
Y'all really thought I hardly rap
watch ya front, better guard ya back
Every mufuckin' bar is a attack
Better work out hard, watch your
Wear my at, where my 40 at
My shit a event, you a show
Nigga I could get a brick for the low
Nigga I could put dick in ya hoe
And I'd die rich than live po' oh
Busta bust better give me mo'
We hit a lick then [?]
I'ma sell again one ago
I give a fuck if you friendly or foe
I the ring, gimme the ring
I don't diss rappers, get in the
Sit in the clink before I ever
You see me winning, chips my team
Real shit you gotta 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, they now
So excited, you like it, then the style
did it before, they'll do it again
I'm a picture, let the movie begin
Scared to hit niggas, they'll sue me
Got plaques, I'm a truly gem
I'm a rudeboy, roll the again
marching, we moving in
Flocka!

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