Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

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

[Verse 1: Meek
Uh, niggas know the rules in my hood, if you touch me, you get
We with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday you in the Church
Momma stresses, selling dinner platers, tryna get casket, and get ya hearse
Last nigga that slid on us, got dropped on it, he 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 stones and cuban linx, all that ice wear with that on 'em
We ain't swinging no flag,
We ain't no pass, nigga
Glock 40 a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us
Everybody wanna talk bricks 'till them feds, swoop in and grab
Dream chasers got something, we don't never bleak cause we trash niggas
I don't know if y'all heard my homie doing that 30 out
Dean Buck still in the cut and stay to let Ernie out
I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'bout that other homie you heard about
Cause if he about the truth, run your mouth
He come to house and start swervin' out
Catch me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the
time this Manhattan when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank
Summertime in La Marina Dominicans going in the paint
Pullin' up screamin' Dimelo catch you in Brooklyn, get pita puss!

[Verse 2: Lil
(Yeah, what 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 nigga loookiń, so what I'm on I gotta Keep It
Death ace no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teiona that I leak
Gripped the 30 just cashed out, if you caught stripping, then you out
I'm the same nigga that my city asked about 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 fries covered in mild sauce
Everytime a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a couple
IG comments and a couple tweets, location on we can go and
Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia with my nigga
Pop a in N-Y-C 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 to get the nigga shit smacked
Ask Marly to get his shit back
In Chiraq, don't here
You ain't here? 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 like
Back to the rap flow, hot
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, wife
I even like shit
I just pipe
One night
Out with killas and thuggers
New York bullet to my brothers
A-T-L me go and Young
We gonna up in public
And they gotta urge to
Chiraq, look at the murder
500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on 48

[Verse 3: Shy
We wear red bottoms and Lim
trynna get a hold of him
Bad bitches, be at Benny's
I knock 'em down like bowling
Feds me, I don't 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
Mambo 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, got me iced out
Stay low, the mice out
You only get fly when the out
Wait till it get out
Tell Chino bring the out
Got 50 in my trap house
You better off fucking the White House
I'm the youngin' in the fucking world
I got plenty money, I got girls
Got the for the week, got fifteen freaks
And they all wanna go for a swirl
[?] peals
23, treat her like my girl
357, that bitch twirl
Make him catch our shit like