Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

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

1: Meek Mill]
Uh, know 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 you in the Church
Momma stresses, selling dinner platers, tryna get your casket, and get ya
nigga that 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 roll on 'em
V-S stones and linx, all that ice wear with that gold on 'em
We ain't no flag, nigga
We need no pass, nigga
Glock 40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag us
Everybody wanna bricks 'till them feds, swoop in and grab niggas
Dream 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' 'bout that homie that you heard about
Cause if he heard about the truth, run mouth
He come to house 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
in La Marina with Dominicans going in the paint
Pullin' up screamin' catch you in Brooklyn, get pita rolled puss!

[Verse 2: Lil
(Yeah, what up? Bang!
Oh, man in Chiraq!)
Niggas say me and beefin' 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 nigga loookiń, so what I'm on I gotta It Secret
Death ace no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teiona I won't leak
Gripped the 30 just cashed out, if you caught stripping, then you out
I'm the same 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
a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a couple weeks
IG and a couple tweets, location on we can go and meet
Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia with my nigga
Pop a wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on with my nigga,
Heard Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell 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 nigga smacked
Ask Marly Marl to get his back
In Chiraq, come here
You from here? Don't come here!
Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't this
No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, like him
30 punch like
to the rap flow, hot shit
Fuck, gotta raffle, got
Every city I go, got
Pockets Wells Fargo, no
Say I'm on chop now, no
You can say I, wife shit
I don't like shit
I pipe shit
One night
Out here killas and thuggers
New York slow bullet to my
A-T-L me go and Young
We gonna up in public
And they gotta urge to
Chiraq, at the murder rate
500 dead bodies, better go and get money you be on first 48

[Verse 3: Shy
We red bottoms and Phillip Lim
Everybody get a hold of him
Bad bitches, they be at
I knock 'em down like bowling
Feds snatch me, I don't know
Real nigga, on 4 and
Young Jefe, Knew Slim
Hangin' out the with Slow and them
take 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.?"
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 the Mikes out
Wait it get nice out
Chino bring the bikes out
Got 50 in my trap house
You better off fucking with the White
I'm the realest youngin' in the world
I got plenty money, I got plenty
Got the for the week, got fifteen freaks
And they all wanna go for a fucking
[?] marble
23, treat her like my girl
357, that just twirl
Make him our shit like Fitzgerald