Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

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

[Verse 1: Mill]
Uh, niggas the rules 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
Momma stresses, selling 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 fight fair, we roll on 'em
V-S and cuban linx, all that ice wear with that gold on 'em
We ain't no flag, nigga
We ain't need no pass,
Glock 40 a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us
Everybody wanna talk bricks them feds, swoop in and grab niggas
Dream chasers got into something, we don't never cause we trash niggas
I don't if y'all heard about my homie doing that 30 out
Dean Buck still in the cut and fittin' to let Ernie out
I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'bout that other homie that you heard
Cause if he heard about the truth, run your
He come to your house and start out
me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank
Only time Manhattan when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank
Summertime in La Marina with Dominicans in the paint
Pullin' up screamin' Dimelo catch you in Brooklyn, get rolled puss!

[Verse 2: Lil
(Yeah, Meek up? Bang!
Oh, man in Chiraq!)
Niggas say me and Sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one
Told L'A he take 15 years, every we did we gon Keep It Secret
Can't Tweet Teiona nigga loookiń, so what I'm on I gotta Keep It Secret
Death ace no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teiona I won't leak
Gripped the 30 just out, if you caught stripping, then you assed out
I'm the same nigga that my asked about while you in the cut steady (?)
Fuck the judge, let 9 out, trigger, let 9 out
Four birds in the like
4 wings at with fries covered in mild 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 town, I'm in Killadelphia with my nigga Meek
Pop a wheelie in I got the 30 on with my nigga, Flee
Heard Tyga dissing on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not right
Tyga only got one but that nigga ain't got one stripe
He backpack, so easy to get the nigga shit
Ask Marl to get his shit back
In Chiraq, come here
You from here? Don't come here!
Cause snipin', bag on him if he don't like this
No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, just him
30 punch like
to the rap flow, hot shit
Fuck, raffle, got bricks
Every I go, got sticks
Pockets Wells Fargo, no
Say I'm on chop now, no
You can never say I, shit
I don't even shit
I just shit
One night
Out with killas and thuggers
New York slow to my brothers
A-T-L me go and Thugger
We shoot up in public
And they gotta urge to
Chiraq, look at the murder
500 dead bodies, better go and get money you be on first 48

[Verse 3: Shy
We wear red bottoms and Lim
Everybody get a hold of him
Bad bitches, they be at
I 'em down like bowling pins
snatch me, I don't know them
Real nigga, on 4 and
Young Jefe, Knew Soulja
Hangin' out the tank Slow and them
Come a trip 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 I ain't D.C.?"
Fuck ya to my CD
She lemme record her Mimi
A nigga playin', it's out
Oo, got me iced out
low, cause the mice out
You only get fly when the out
Wait it get nice out
Chino bring the bikes out
Got 50 guns in my house
You better off with the White House
I'm the realest in the fucking world
I got plenty money, I got plenty
Got the Villa for the week, got freaks
And they all go for a fucking swirl
[?] marble
Glock 23, her like my girl
357, that just twirl
Make him catch our shit Fitzgerald