Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

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

[Verse 1: 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
Last nigga that on us, got dropped on it, he told on us
nigga you see with 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 ain't swinging no flag,
We need no pass, nigga
40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us
Everybody wanna talk 'till 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 in the cut and stay fittin' to let Ernie out
I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'bout that homie that you heard about
Cause if he heard about the truth, run mouth
He come to house and start swervin' out
me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank
Only time this 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 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 crime we did we gon It Secret
Can't Tweet Teiona cooperates nigga loookiń, so what I'm on I gotta It Secret
Death ace no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teiona I won't leak
the 30 just cashed out, if you caught 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
birds in the trap like
4 wings at Harold's fries covered in mild sauce
Everytime a nigga rap beef, get up in a couple 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 wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on my nigga, Flee
Heard Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not
Tyga only got one name but that nigga got one stripe
He backpack, so easy to get the nigga smacked
Ask Marly Marl to get his back
In Chiraq, come here
You ain't from Don't come here!
Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't like
No Chop, that .40 bangs, just like him
30 punch Tyson
to the rap flow, hot shit
Fuck, raffle, got bricks
Every city I go, got
Pockets Fargo, no bricks
Say I'm on now, no shit
You can never say I, wife
I don't like shit
I pipe shit
One shit
Out here killas and thuggers
New slow bullet to my brothers
me go and Young Thugger
We gonna shoot up in
And they urge to take
Chiraq, at the murder rate
500 bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on first 48

[Verse 3: Shy
We wear red bottoms and Lim
Everybody get a hold of him
Bad bitches, be at Benny's
I knock 'em down bowling pins
Feds snatch me, I know them
Real nigga, on 4 and
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
Like Mambo Sauce on a 3
"Glizzy, Why you D.C.?"
"Who said I D.C.?"
Fuck ya to my CD
She lemme her like Mimi
A nigga playin', it's out
Oo, got me iced out
Stay low, cause the out
You get fly when the Mikes out
till it get nice out
Tell Chino bring the out
Got 50 in my trap house
You better off with the White House
I'm the realest youngin' in the world
I got plenty money, I got plenty
Got the Villa for the week, got fifteen
And they all wanna go for a swirl
[?] marble
Glock 23, treat her my girl
357, that bitch just
Make him catch our shit Fitzgerald