Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

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

1: Meek Mill]
Uh, niggas 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, get your casket, and get ya hearse
nigga that slid on us, got dropped on it, he told on us
Every you see with 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 cuban linx, all ice wear with that gold on 'em
We swinging no flag, nigga
We ain't need no pass,
Glock 40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag us
Everybody wanna talk bricks 'till them feds, 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 doing that 30 out
Dean Buck still in the cut and stay to let Ernie out
I ain't even gotta say nothin' that other homie that you heard about
Cause if he heard the truth, run your mouth
He come to your house and start out
Catch me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the
Only time this when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank
Summertime in La Marina with going in the paint
Pullin' up screamin' Dimelo catch you in Brooklyn, get pita puss!

[Verse 2: Lil
(Yeah, Meek up? Bang!
Oh, man in Chiraq!)
say me and Sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one keepin'
Told L'A he take 15 years, every we did we gon Keep It Secret
Tweet Teiona cooperates nigga loookiń, so what I'm on I gotta Keep It Secret
Death ace no Stevie no Mimi, I Teiona that I won't leak
Gripped the 30 just cashed out, if you stripping, then you assed out
I'm the same that my city 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 with covered in mild sauce
Everytime a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a couple
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 wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on with my nigga,
Heard sneak dissing on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not right
Tyga got one name 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 come
You ain't from here? come here!
shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't like this
No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, just him
30 punch Tyson
Back to the rap flow, hot
Fuck, raffle, got bricks
Every city I go, got
Pockets Wells Fargo, no
Say I'm on chop now, no
You can say I, wife shit
I even like shit
I pipe shit
One night
Out with killas and thuggers
New slow bullet to my brothers
me go and Young Thugger
We gonna shoot up in
And gotta urge to take
Chiraq, look at the rate
500 dead bodies, better go and get money you be on first 48

3: Shy Glizzy]
We red bottoms and Phillip Lim
trynna get a hold 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, 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
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 Mimi
A nigga playin', it's out
Oo, Shyne got me out
low, cause the mice out
You only get fly the Mikes out
Wait till it get out
Tell Chino the bikes out
Got 50 guns in my trap
You better off fucking with the House
I'm the realest in the fucking world
I got money, I got plenty girls
Got the Villa for the week, got freaks
And they all wanna go for a swirl
[?] marble
Glock 23, treat her like my
357, that bitch twirl
Make him catch our like Fitzgerald