Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

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

[Verse 1: Mill]
Uh, know 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 when you in the
stresses, selling dinner 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 with me got ice on 'em, bank on us
Naw, no 1 on 1's we don't fight fair, we just roll on 'em
V-S and cuban 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, tag with us
Everybody wanna talk bricks 'till them feds, swoop in and niggas
Dream chasers got into something, we don't never bleak cause we niggas
I don't if y'all heard about my homie doing that 30 out
Dean still in the cut and stay fittin' to let Ernie out
I ain't even gotta say nothin' that other homie that you heard about
Cause if he heard about the truth, run your
He to your house and start swervin' out
me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank
Only time this Manhattan I'm in the booth 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 Sosa beefin' but we 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 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 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 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 town, I'm in Killadelphia with my nigga Meek
Pop a wheelie in 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 name but that nigga ain't got one
He backpack, so easy to get the shit smacked
Ask Marly Marl to get his back
In Chiraq, don't come
You ain't from here? come 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 Wells Fargo, no
Say I'm on chop now, no
You can never say I, wife
I don't even like
I just shit
One shit
Out here killas and thuggers
New slow bullet to my brothers
me go and Young Thugger
We shoot up in public
And they gotta urge to
Chiraq, at the murder rate
500 dead bodies, go and get money 'fore you be on first 48

[Verse 3: Shy
We red bottoms and Phillip Lim
trynna get a hold of him
Bad bitches, be at Benny's
I 'em down like bowling pins
Feds me, I don't know them
Real nigga, on 4 and
Jefe, Knew Soulja Slim
Hangin' out the tank Slow and them
Come a trip 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.?"
ya bitch to my CD
She record her like Mimi
A playin', it's lights out
Oo, Shyne got me out
low, cause the mice out
You only get fly the Mikes out
till it get nice out
Tell Chino bring the out
Got 50 guns in my house
You better off fucking with the White
I'm the realest youngin' in the fucking
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 like Fitzgerald