Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

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

1: Meek Mill]
Uh, niggas know the rules in my hood, if you me, you get murked
We with 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, selling dinner platers, 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 ice wear with that gold on 'em
We swinging no flag, nigga
We need no pass, nigga
40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us
Everybody wanna talk bricks 'till feds, swoop in and grab niggas
Dream chasers got 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 fittin' to let Ernie out
I ain't gotta say nothin' 'bout that other homie that you heard about
Cause if he heard about the truth, run mouth
He come to house and start swervin' out
Catch me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the
time this Manhattan when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank
Summertime in La Marina with Dominicans going in the
Pullin' up screamin' Dimelo you in Brooklyn, get pita 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 Teiona cooperates nigga loookiń, so what I'm on I gotta Keep It Secret
Death ace no no Mimi, I promise Teiona 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 city asked about 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 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 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 thot bitches I'm not right
Tyga only got one but that nigga ain't got one stripe
He backpack, so to get the nigga shit smacked
Ask Marl to get his shit back
In Chiraq, don't come
You ain't from here? come here!
Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't this
No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, just him
30 punch like
to the rap flow, hot shit
Fuck, gotta raffle, got
Every city I go, got
Wells Fargo, no bricks
Say I'm on chop now, no
You can never say I, shit
I don't like shit
I just shit
One night
Out here with killas and
New York bullet to my brothers
me go and Young Thugger
We gonna shoot up in
And gotta urge to take
Chiraq, look at the murder
500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on 48

3: Shy Glizzy]
We wear red and Phillip Lim
Everybody trynna get a of him
Bad bitches, they be at
I knock 'em down bowling pins
snatch me, I don't know them
Real nigga, on 4 and
Jefe, Knew Soulja 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
Like Sauce on a 3 Piece
"Glizzy, Why you D.C.?"
"Who said I D.C.?"
Fuck ya to my CD
She lemme record her like
A playin', it's lights out
Oo, Shyne got me out
Stay low, the mice out
You get fly when the Mikes out
Wait it get nice out
Chino bring the bikes out
Got 50 guns in my trap
You better off with the White House
I'm the realest youngin' in the fucking
I got plenty money, I got plenty
Got the Villa for the week, got freaks
And they all wanna go for a swirl
[?] marble
Glock 23, her like my girl
357, that bitch just
Make him our shit like Fitzgerald