Luyện nghe bài hát Chips

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

[Verse 1:
from the lab like I got the cure
Nothing but the for the world to hear
It's like gravity 'cause it pulled us
Red carpet, premiere
Cinematic, they the score
Instant classic, de force
I paid the price, I know the
I the dice, I know the toss
It's simple really but you know deep
the angel and the devil on the shoulder speak
Two voices, two
for war or go in peace
They don't I'm touring overseas
"Nah, he don't rap about coca leaves"
Think globally not
You ain't as me, nigga go to sleep
Thank God I'm back, ain't hard in fact
target practice, red beams
Standing up 'cause I'm man
And then turn her on like wet
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
They ain't built to last, bust quicker
Fast talking like twister
These young can't fuck with us
Pardon my French I tongue kissed her
Back in the day they to hunt niggas
And they hung niggas for being [?]
Now the guns are spittin' the hunger hit us
These niggas like come and get us

Talib]
Flatbush to Abbey Road, who got that
We 100 on the road, 100 at
Rose from the ruins like a Pac
We going back 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 really thought I hardly rap
Better watch ya front, guard ya back
Every mufuckin' bar is a heart
Better work out hard, watch cardiac
Wear my shawty at, my 40 at
My a event, you shit a show
Nigga I still get a brick for the low
Nigga I still put dick in ya hoe
And I'd rather die rich than po' oh
bust better give me some mo'
We gon' hit a lick [?]
I'ma sell again one ago
I don't a fuck if you friendly or foe
I need the ring, gimme the
I diss rappers, get in the ring
Sit in the clink before I ever
You see me winning, chips with my
Real shit you gotta deal
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, bite the style
They did it before, they'll do it
I'm a motion picture, let the movie
Scared to hit niggas, sue me again
Got platinum plaques, I'm a gem
I'm a rudeboy, the doobie again
marching, we moving in
Flocka!

[Hook:
Flatbush to Road, who got that 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 without chip
We ain't coming back without that
You got next, we got forever, the list