Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

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

[Verse 1: Mill]
Uh, niggas the rules in my hood, if you touch me, you get murked
We ain't that 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 that slid on us, got dropped on it, he told 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 wear with that on 'em
We swinging no flag, nigga
We ain't no pass, nigga
Glock 40 a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us
Everybody wanna talk 'till them feds, swoop in and grab niggas
Dream chasers got into something, we don't never cause we trash niggas
I don't know if y'all heard about my doing that 30 out
Dean still in the cut and stay fittin' to let Ernie out
I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'bout other homie that you heard about
Cause if he heard about the truth, run your
He come to your house and start 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 in the paint
Pullin' up screamin' catch you in Brooklyn, get pita rolled puss!

[Verse 2: Lil
(Yeah, Meek up? Bang!
Oh, man in Chiraq!)
Niggas say me and 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 Teiona cooperates nigga 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 my city 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 Harold's fries covered in mild sauce
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 with my nigga Meek
Pop a in N-Y-C I got the 30 on with my nigga, Flee
Heard Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell them bitches I'm not right
Tyga only got one but that nigga ain't got one stripe
He backpack, so easy to get the shit smacked
Ask Marly to get his shit back
In Chiraq, don't here
You ain't from here? Don't here!
Cause snipin', bag on him if he don't like this
No Chop, that .40 bangs, just like him
30 punch Tyson
Back to the rap flow, hot
Fuck, raffle, got bricks
Every I go, got sticks
Pockets Fargo, no bricks
Say I'm on chop now, no
You can say I, wife shit
I don't even shit
I just shit
One night
Out here killas and thuggers
New York slow bullet to my
A-T-L me go and Thugger
We gonna up in public
And they gotta urge to
Chiraq, at the murder rate
500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on 48

[Verse 3: Shy
We wear red and Phillip Lim
Everybody get a hold of him
Bad bitches, they be at
I 'em down like bowling pins
Feds snatch me, I don't them
nigga, on 4 and them
Young Jefe, Knew Slim
Hangin' out the tank with Slow and
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 I ain't D.C.?"
Fuck ya to my CD
She lemme record her Mimi
A nigga playin', lights out
Oo, Shyne got me out
low, cause the mice out
You get fly when the Mikes out
Wait till it get out
Tell Chino bring the out
Got 50 in my trap house
You off fucking with the White House
I'm the realest youngin' in the world
I got money, I got plenty girls
Got the Villa for the week, got freaks
And all wanna go for a fucking swirl
[?] marble
Glock 23, treat her my girl
357, that bitch just
Make him catch our shit Fitzgerald