Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

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

1: Meek Mill]
Uh, know the rules in my hood, if you touch me, you get murked
We ain't that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday you in the Church
Momma stresses, dinner platers, tryna get your casket, and get ya hearse
Last nigga 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, no 1 on 1's we don't fight fair, we just roll on 'em
V-S stones and cuban linx, all that ice wear with that on 'em
We ain't swinging no flag,
We need no pass, nigga
Glock 40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag us
Everybody wanna talk bricks 'till feds, swoop in and grab niggas
Dream chasers got something, we don't never 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 that other homie that you about
Cause if he heard the truth, run your mouth
He to your house and start swervin' out
me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank
Only this Manhattan when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank
Summertime in La Marina Dominicans going in the paint
Pullin' up screamin' Dimelo you in Brooklyn, get pita rolled puss!

[Verse 2: Lil
(Yeah, Meek up? Bang!
Oh, man in Chiraq!)
say me and Sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one keepin'
Told L'A he 15 years, every crime we did we gon Keep It Secret
Can't Tweet Teiona cooperates nigga loookiń, so what I'm on I gotta Keep It
Death ace no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teiona I won't leak
Gripped the 30 just cashed out, if you caught stripping, you assed out
I'm the same nigga that my city asked while you in the cut steady (?)
the judge, let 9 out, hairpin trigger, let 9 out
Four in the trap like
4 wings at Harold's with fries covered in sauce
Everytime a nigga rap beef, get up in a couple weeks
IG comments and a couple tweets, location on we can go and
Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia my nigga Meek
Pop a wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on my nigga, Flee
Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not right
Tyga only got one name but that nigga got one stripe
He backpack, so easy to get the shit smacked
Ask Marly Marl to get his shit
In Chiraq, don't come
You from here? Don't come here!
shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't like this
No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, just him
30 like Tyson
Back to the rap flow, hot
Fuck, raffle, got bricks
city I go, got sticks
Pockets Fargo, no bricks
Say I'm on chop now, no
You can say I, wife shit
I don't even shit
I just pipe
One shit
Out here with killas and
New York slow to my brothers
A-T-L me go and Young
We shoot up in public
And they urge to take
Chiraq, at the murder rate
500 dead bodies, better go and get 'fore you be on first 48

3: Shy Glizzy]
We wear red and Phillip Lim
trynna get a hold of him
Bad bitches, be at Benny's
I 'em down like bowling pins
Feds snatch me, I know them
Real nigga, on 4 and
Young Jefe, Knew Slim
out the tank with Slow and them
Come a trip to D.C
a lot of Me and GG
I'm the big dog
I'm off
Like Mambo on a 3 Piece
"Glizzy, Why you D.C.?"
"Who I ain't D.C.?"
ya bitch to my CD
She lemme her like Mimi
A nigga playin', lights out
Oo, Shyne got me out
Stay low, cause the out
You only get fly the Mikes out
Wait it get nice out
Tell Chino bring the out
Got 50 in my trap house
You off fucking with the White House
I'm the realest youngin' in the fucking
I got plenty money, I got girls
Got the Villa for the week, got freaks
And all wanna go for a fucking swirl
[?] peals
Glock 23, her like my girl
357, that bitch just
Make him catch our shit Fitzgerald