Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

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

1: Meek Mill]
Uh, niggas know the rules in my hood, if you me, you get murked
We ain't with 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, dinner platers, tryna get your casket, and get ya hearse
Last nigga that slid on us, got dropped on it, he 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 linx, all that ice wear with that gold on 'em
We swinging no flag, nigga
We need no pass, nigga
40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us
Everybody wanna talk bricks 'till them feds, swoop in and niggas
Dream chasers got into something, we never bleak cause we trash niggas
I don't know if y'all heard my homie doing that 30 out
Buck still in the cut and stay fittin' to let Ernie out
I even gotta say nothin' 'bout that other homie that you heard about
if he heard about the truth, run your mouth
He come to your and start swervin' out
Catch me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the
Only time this Manhattan I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank
in La Marina with Dominicans going in the paint
Pullin' up screamin' Dimelo catch you in Brooklyn, get pita 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'
L'A he take 15 years, every crime we did we gon Keep It Secret
Can't Tweet Teiona cooperates loookiń, so what I'm on I gotta Keep It Secret
Death ace no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teiona that I won't
Gripped the 30 cashed out, if you caught stripping, then you assed out
I'm the same nigga my city asked about while you in the cut steady (?)
Fuck the judge, let 9 out, trigger, let 9 out
Four birds in the trap
4 wings at Harold's with fries covered in mild
Everytime a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a couple
IG comments and a tweets, location on we can go and meet
Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia with my Meek
Pop a wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on my nigga, Flee
Heard Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell thot bitches I'm not right
Tyga only got one name but that nigga got one stripe
He backpack, so easy to get the nigga smacked
Ask Marly Marl to get his back
In Chiraq, come here
You ain't from here? come here!
Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't this
No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, just him
30 like Tyson
to the rap flow, hot shit
Fuck, gotta raffle, got
city I go, got sticks
Pockets Wells Fargo, no
Say I'm on chop now, no
You can never say I, wife
I don't even like
I pipe shit
One shit
Out here with and thuggers
New York slow bullet to my
me go and Young Thugger
We gonna shoot up in
And they urge to take
Chiraq, look at the murder
500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on 48

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