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, niggas know the rules in my hood, if you touch me, you get
We ain't with 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
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, no 1 on 1's we don't fight fair, we just roll on 'em
V-S stones and cuban linx, all that ice wear with gold on 'em
We swinging no flag, nigga
We ain't need no pass,
40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us
Everybody wanna bricks 'till them feds, swoop in and grab niggas
Dream chasers got into something, we never bleak cause we trash niggas
I don't know if heard about my homie doing that 30 out
Dean still in the cut and stay fittin' to let Ernie out
I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'bout that other that you heard about
if he heard about the truth, run your mouth
He come to your house and swervin' out
me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank
Only time this Manhattan when I'm in the booth or I'm in the
Summertime in La with Dominicans going in the paint
Pullin' up screamin' Dimelo catch you in Brooklyn, get rolled puss!

[Verse 2: Lil
(Yeah, what 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
Tweet Teiona cooperates nigga loookiń, so what I'm on I gotta Keep It Secret
Death ace no Stevie no Mimi, I promise that I won't leak
Gripped the 30 just cashed out, if you caught stripping, 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
Four birds in the like
4 wings at Harold's with fries covered in mild
Everytime a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a weeks
IG comments and a couple tweets, on we can go and meet
Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia with my nigga
Pop a wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on with my nigga,
Heard Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell them thot I'm not right
Tyga only got one name but nigga ain't got one stripe
He backpack, so to get the nigga shit smacked
Ask Marly to get his shit back
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 Tyson
to the rap flow, hot shit
Fuck, raffle, got bricks
city I go, got sticks
Pockets Fargo, no bricks
Say I'm on chop now, no
You can say I, wife shit
I don't even shit
I just pipe
One shit
Out with killas and thuggers
New York slow bullet to my
me go and Young Thugger
We shoot up in public
And they urge to take
Chiraq, at the murder rate
500 dead bodies, go and get money 'fore 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 like bowling pins
Feds me, I don't know them
nigga, on 4 and them
Young Jefe, Knew Soulja
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
Mambo Sauce on a 3 Piece
"Glizzy, Why you D.C.?"
"Who I ain't D.C.?"
ya bitch to my CD
She lemme her like Mimi
A nigga playin', lights out
Oo, Shyne got me out
Stay low, cause the out
You only get fly when the out
Wait it get nice out
Chino bring the bikes out
Got 50 guns in my house
You better off fucking with the White
I'm the realest youngin' in the world
I got plenty money, I got plenty
Got the Villa for the week, got freaks
And all wanna go for a fucking swirl
[?] marble
23, treat her like my girl
357, that bitch twirl
Make him catch our shit like