Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

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

1: Meek Mill]
Uh, know the rules in my hood, if you touch 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 when you in the Church
Momma stresses, selling platers, tryna get your casket, and get ya hearse
nigga that slid 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 don't fight fair, we just on 'em
V-S and cuban linx, all that ice wear with that gold on 'em
We ain't no flag, nigga
We ain't need no pass,
Glock 40 with a 30 clip and on it, play tag with us
Everybody wanna talk bricks 'till them feds, in and grab niggas
Dream chasers got into something, we don't never bleak we trash niggas
I don't know if 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 about 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 Manhattan when I'm in the booth or I'm in the
Summertime in La Marina with going in the paint
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 but we both eatin', but only one keepin'
Told L'A he take 15 years, every we did we gon Keep 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 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 about while you in the cut steady (?)
the judge, let 9 out, hairpin trigger, let 9 out
Four in the trap like
4 wings at with fries covered in mild sauce
Everytime a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a weeks
IG comments and a couple tweets, location on we can go and
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
Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not right
Tyga only got one name but that nigga got one stripe
He backpack, so easy to get the shit smacked
Ask Marly to get his shit back
In Chiraq, don't here
You ain't from Don't come here!
shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't like this
No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, just him
30 punch Tyson
to the rap flow, hot shit
Fuck, raffle, got bricks
city I go, got sticks
Pockets Wells Fargo, no
Say I'm on now, no shit
You can never say I, shit
I even like shit
I just pipe
One night
Out with killas and thuggers
New York slow bullet to my
A-T-L me go and Young
We shoot up in public
And they gotta urge to
Chiraq, at the murder rate
500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on 48

3: Shy Glizzy]
We wear red bottoms and Lim
Everybody trynna get a of him
Bad bitches, be at Benny's
I knock 'em down like pins
snatch me, I don't know them
Real nigga, on 4 and
Jefe, Knew 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 Sauce on a 3 Piece
"Glizzy, Why you D.C.?"
"Who said I D.C.?"
ya bitch 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 only get fly the Mikes out
Wait it get nice out
Tell bring the bikes out
Got 50 guns in my house
You better off fucking with the House
I'm the realest youngin' in the fucking
I got money, I got plenty girls
Got the for the week, got fifteen freaks
And they all wanna go for a swirl
[?] marble
Glock 23, treat her my girl
357, that bitch twirl
Make him our shit like Fitzgerald