Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

You fuck get smoked
You fuck around, you fuck around, you around, get smoked, nigga
You around get smoked

1: Meek Mill]
Uh, niggas know the rules in my hood, if you touch me, you get
We with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by when you in the Church
Momma stresses, selling dinner platers, tryna get your casket, and get ya
Last that slid on us, got dropped on it, he told on us
Every nigga you see with me got ice on 'em, rolls on us
Naw, nigga no 1 on 1's we don't fair, we just roll on 'em
V-S stones and cuban linx, all that ice wear with gold on 'em
We ain't swinging no flag,
We need no pass, nigga
40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us
Everybody wanna talk 'till them feds, swoop in and grab niggas
Dream chasers got into something, we don't bleak cause we trash niggas
I don't know if y'all heard about my homie doing 30 out
Dean Buck in the cut and stay fittin' to let Ernie out
I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'bout other homie that you heard about
if he heard about the truth, run your mouth
He come to house and start swervin' out
me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank
Only time this Manhattan when I'm in the or I'm in the bank
Summertime in La Marina with Dominicans in the paint
up screamin' Dimelo catch you in Brooklyn, get pita rolled puss!

[Verse 2: Lil
(Yeah, what up? Bang!
Oh, man in Chiraq!)
say me and Sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one keepin'
Told L'A he take 15 years, every crime we did we gon Keep It
Can't Teiona cooperates nigga loookiń, so what I'm on I gotta Keep It Secret
Death ace no Stevie no Mimi, I Teiona that I won't leak
Gripped the 30 just out, if you caught stripping, then you assed out
I'm the same nigga that my city asked while you in the cut steady (?)
Fuck the judge, let 9 out, trigger, let 9 out
Four in the trap like
4 wings at with fries covered in mild sauce
Everytime a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a couple
IG comments and a couple tweets, location on we can go and
Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in with my nigga Meek
Pop a in N-Y-C I got the 30 on with my nigga, Flee
Heard Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell them bitches I'm not right
Tyga only got one name but that ain't got one stripe
He backpack, so easy to get the nigga shit
Ask Marly to get his shit back
In Chiraq, don't come
You from here? Don't come here!
Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't like
No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, just him
30 like Tyson
Back to the rap flow, hot
Fuck, raffle, got bricks
Every I go, got sticks
Pockets Fargo, no bricks
Say I'm on now, no shit
You can never say I, wife
I don't even like
I just pipe
One shit
Out here killas and thuggers
New York slow to my brothers
A-T-L me go and Young
We shoot up in public
And gotta urge to take
Chiraq, look at the rate
500 dead bodies, better go and get money you be on first 48

3: Shy Glizzy]
We wear red bottoms and Lim
trynna get a hold of him
Bad bitches, be at Benny's
I knock 'em like bowling pins
Feds snatch me, I don't them
nigga, on 4 and them
Young Jefe, Knew Slim
Hangin' out the tank with Slow and
Come take a to D.C
a lot of Me and GG
I'm the big dog
I'm off
Like Sauce on a 3 Piece
"Glizzy, Why you D.C.?"
"Who I ain't D.C.?"
Fuck ya to my CD
She record her like Mimi
A nigga playin', it's out
Oo, Shyne got me out
low, cause the mice out
You only get fly when the out
Wait till it get out
Chino bring the bikes out
Got 50 guns in my house
You better off fucking with the White
I'm the realest youngin' in the world
I got plenty money, I got girls
Got the Villa for the week, got fifteen
And all wanna go for a fucking swirl
[?] peals
23, treat her like my girl
357, that bitch just
Make him catch our shit like