Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

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

[Verse 1: Mill]
Uh, niggas know the in my hood, if you touch me, you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when you in the
stresses, selling 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 me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on us
Naw, nigga no 1 on 1's we don't fight fair, we just on 'em
V-S stones and cuban linx, all ice wear with that gold on 'em
We swinging no flag, nigga
We ain't need no pass,
Glock 40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag us
Everybody talk bricks 'till them feds, swoop in and grab niggas
chasers got into 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 still in the cut and stay to let Ernie out
I ain't even gotta say nothin' that other homie that you heard about
Cause if he about the truth, run your mouth
He come to your 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 going in the
Pullin' up Dimelo catch you in Brooklyn, get pita rolled puss!

[Verse 2: Lil
(Yeah, Meek up? Bang!
Oh, man in Chiraq!)
Niggas say me and Sosa 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 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 Harold's with fries covered in sauce
a nigga rap beef, get clapped 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 with my nigga,
Heard Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell them bitches I'm not right
Tyga only got one name but that nigga ain't got one
He backpack, so easy to get the shit smacked
Ask Marly Marl to get his shit
In Chiraq, don't come
You ain't from here? Don't here!
Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he like this
No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, like him
30 punch like
Back to the rap flow, hot
Fuck, raffle, got bricks
Every I go, got sticks
Pockets Wells Fargo, no
Say I'm on now, no shit
You can never say I, wife
I don't even shit
I just shit
One shit
Out here with and thuggers
New slow bullet to my brothers
A-T-L me go and Thugger
We shoot up in public
And they urge to take
Chiraq, look at the rate
500 dead bodies, better go and get money you be on first 48

[Verse 3: Shy
We wear red and Phillip Lim
Everybody trynna get a of him
Bad bitches, they be at
I knock 'em down like pins
snatch me, I don't know them
Real nigga, on 4 and
Young Jefe, Knew Soulja
Hangin' out the tank with and them
Come take a 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 said I D.C.?"
ya bitch to my CD
She lemme record her Mimi
A nigga playin', it's out
Oo, Shyne got me out
Stay low, the mice out
You only get fly the Mikes out
till it get nice out
Tell Chino the bikes out
Got 50 in my trap house
You off fucking with the White House
I'm the realest youngin' in the world
I got money, I got plenty girls
Got the Villa for the week, got freaks
And they all go for a fucking swirl
[?] peals
Glock 23, her like my girl
357, that bitch twirl
him catch our shit like Fitzgerald