Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

You fuck get smoked
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked,
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 back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday you in the Church
stresses, selling 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 fight fair, we just on 'em
V-S stones and cuban linx, all that ice with that gold on 'em
We swinging no flag, nigga
We ain't 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 grab
Dream chasers got into something, we never bleak cause we trash niggas
I don't know if heard about my homie doing that 30 out
Dean Buck still in the cut and stay to let Ernie out
I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'bout that homie that you heard about
Cause if he heard about the truth, run your
He come to house and start swervin' out
Catch me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the
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 screamin' Dimelo catch you in Brooklyn, get 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 loookiń, so what I'm on I gotta Keep It Secret
Death ace no Stevie no Mimi, I promise that I won't leak
Gripped the 30 just cashed out, if you 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 trap
4 wings at Harold's with covered in mild sauce
Everytime a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a couple
IG comments and a couple tweets, on we can go and meet
Headshot, I'm town, I'm in Killadelphia with my nigga 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 ain't got one
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? Don't here!
Cause snipin', bag on him if he don't like this
No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, like him
30 punch like
Back to the rap flow, hot
Fuck, raffle, got bricks
Every city I go, got
Pockets Fargo, no bricks
Say I'm on now, no shit
You can say I, wife shit
I don't even like
I pipe shit
One night
Out here with and thuggers
New slow bullet to my brothers
me go and Young Thugger
We shoot up in public
And they gotta 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
trynna get a hold of him
Bad bitches, be at Benny's
I knock 'em like bowling pins
Feds me, I don't know them
Real nigga, on 4 and
Young Jefe, Knew Soulja
Hangin' out the tank Slow and them
take 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 said I D.C.?"
ya bitch to my CD
She record her like Mimi
A playin', it's lights out
Oo, got me iced out
Stay low, the mice out
You get fly when the Mikes out
till it get nice out
Tell Chino the bikes out
Got 50 in my trap house
You better off fucking with the House
I'm the youngin' in the fucking world
I got plenty money, I got girls
Got the Villa for the week, got freaks
And they all wanna go for a fucking
[?] marble
23, treat her like my girl
357, bitch just twirl
Make him catch our like Fitzgerald