Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

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

1: Meek Mill]
Uh, niggas know the rules in my hood, if you touch me, you get
We ain't with that 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 platers, tryna get your casket, and get ya hearse
Last nigga that 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 fight fair, we just roll on 'em
V-S stones and cuban linx, all that ice wear with gold on 'em
We ain't no flag, nigga
We need no pass, nigga
Glock 40 with a 30 clip and 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 know 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 homie that you heard about
Cause if he heard the truth, run your mouth
He come to your house and start out
Catch me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the
Only time Manhattan when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank
Summertime in La Marina with going in the paint
Pullin' up Dimelo catch you in Brooklyn, get pita rolled puss!

[Verse 2: Lil
(Yeah, what up? Bang!
Oh, man in Chiraq!)
Niggas say me and Sosa but we both eatin', but only one keepin'
Told L'A he take 15 years, every crime we did we gon Keep It
Tweet Teiona cooperates nigga 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 just out, if you caught stripping, then you assed out
I'm the nigga that my city asked about while you in the cut steady (?)
the judge, let 9 out, hairpin trigger, let 9 out
Four birds in the like
4 wings at Harold's with fries covered in mild
Everytime a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a weeks
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 I got the 30 on with my nigga, Flee
Heard Tyga sneak on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not right
only got one name but that nigga ain't 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 ain't here? Don't come here!
Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he 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 Fargo, no bricks
Say I'm on now, no shit
You can never say I, shit
I even like shit
I just shit
One night
Out here killas and thuggers
New slow bullet to my brothers
me go and Young Thugger
We shoot up in public
And they urge to take
Chiraq, at the murder rate
500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on 48

3: Shy Glizzy]
We wear red and Phillip Lim
Everybody get a hold of him
Bad bitches, be at Benny's
I knock 'em down like pins
Feds snatch me, I don't them
Real nigga, on 4 and
Jefe, Knew Soulja Slim
Hangin' out the 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 record her like Mimi
A nigga playin', it's out
Oo, got me iced out
Stay low, the mice out
You only get fly when the out
Wait till it get out
Tell bring the bikes out
Got 50 guns in my house
You better off fucking the White House
I'm the realest in the fucking world
I got plenty money, I got girls
Got the Villa for the week, got fifteen
And they all wanna go for a fucking
[?] marble
Glock 23, treat her my girl
357, that just twirl
Make him catch our shit Fitzgerald