Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

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

1: Meek Mill]
Uh, niggas know the rules in my hood, if you me, you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin'
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, nigga no 1 on 1's we don't fair, we just roll on 'em
V-S stones and cuban linx, all that ice wear with gold on 'em
We ain't swinging no flag,
We need no pass, nigga
Glock 40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag us
Everybody wanna talk bricks them feds, swoop in and grab niggas
chasers got into something, we don't never bleak cause we trash niggas
I know if y'all heard about my homie doing that 30 out
Dean Buck still in the cut and fittin' to let Ernie out
I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'bout that other homie that you about
if he heard about the truth, run your mouth
He come to your 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 with Dominicans going 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 take 15 years, every crime we did we gon Keep It
Can't Tweet Teiona cooperates loookiń, so what I'm on I gotta Keep It Secret
Death ace no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teiona that I won't
Gripped the 30 cashed out, if you caught stripping, then you assed 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
Everytime a nigga rap beef, get up in a couple weeks
IG comments and a couple tweets, on we can go and meet
Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia with my Meek
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
Tyga only got one but that nigga ain't got one stripe
He backpack, so easy to get the shit smacked
Ask Marly Marl to get his shit
In Chiraq, don't come
You ain't from here? Don't here!
Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't this
No Chop, that .40 bangs, just like him
30 punch like
Back to the rap flow, hot
Fuck, gotta raffle, got
Every city I go, got
Pockets Wells Fargo, no
Say I'm on chop now, no
You can never say I, shit
I even like shit
I pipe shit
One shit
Out with killas and thuggers
New slow bullet to my brothers
A-T-L me go and Thugger
We gonna up in public
And gotta urge to take
Chiraq, look at the murder
500 dead bodies, better go and get money you be on first 48

3: Shy Glizzy]
We red bottoms and Phillip Lim
Everybody trynna get a of him
Bad bitches, they be at
I knock 'em down like pins
Feds snatch me, I don't know
nigga, on 4 and them
Young Jefe, Soulja Slim
Hangin' out the tank with and them
Come 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 said I D.C.?"
ya bitch to my CD
She lemme record her Mimi
A nigga playin', it's out
Oo, Shyne got me out
Stay low, cause the out
You get fly when the Mikes out
Wait it get nice out
Tell Chino the bikes out
Got 50 guns in my house
You off fucking with the White House
I'm the youngin' in the fucking world
I got plenty money, I got plenty
Got the Villa for the week, got freaks
And they all wanna go for a swirl
[?] marble
23, treat her like my girl
357, that just twirl
Make him our shit like Fitzgerald