Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

You fuck around get
You fuck around, you around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga
You fuck 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 no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by when you in the Church
Momma stresses, selling dinner platers, get your casket, and get ya hearse
Last nigga that slid on us, got on it, he told on us
Every nigga you see with me got ice on 'em, 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 that ice wear with gold on 'em
We ain't no flag, nigga
We ain't need no pass,
40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us
Everybody wanna talk bricks 'till feds, swoop 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 my homie doing that 30 out
Dean Buck still in the cut and fittin' to let Ernie out
I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'bout that other that you heard about
Cause if he heard about the truth, run your
He come to your house and start out
Catch me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the
Only time Manhattan when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank
Summertime in La Marina with going in the paint
Pullin' up Dimelo catch you in Brooklyn, get pita rolled puss!

[Verse 2: Lil
(Yeah, Meek up? Bang!
Oh, man in Chiraq!)
Niggas say me and Sosa beefin' but we 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 I'm on I gotta Keep It Secret
Death ace no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teiona that I won't
Gripped the 30 just cashed out, if you caught stripping, you assed out
I'm the same nigga that my city asked while you in the cut steady (?)
Fuck the judge, let 9 out, trigger, let 9 out
Four birds in the like
4 at Harold's with fries covered in mild sauce
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 my nigga, Flee
Heard Tyga 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 to get the nigga shit smacked
Ask Marl to get his shit back
In Chiraq, don't here
You ain't from here? Don't here!
Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't this
No Young Chop, .40 bangs, just like him
30 punch like
to the rap flow, hot shit
Fuck, raffle, got bricks
Every I go, got sticks
Wells Fargo, no bricks
Say I'm on now, no shit
You can never say I, shit
I don't like shit
I just pipe
One shit
Out here with killas and
New slow bullet to my brothers
A-T-L me go and Young
We gonna up in public
And they urge to take
Chiraq, look at the rate
500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on 48

3: Shy Glizzy]
We wear red and Phillip Lim
trynna get a hold of him
Bad bitches, be at Benny's
I knock 'em down like bowling
snatch me, I don't know them
Real nigga, on 4 and
Jefe, Knew Soulja Slim
Hangin' out the tank with 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 said I D.C.?"
Fuck ya to my CD
She record her like Mimi
A nigga playin', it's out
Oo, got me iced out
low, cause the mice out
You only get fly the Mikes out
Wait till it get out
Tell bring the bikes out
Got 50 guns in my house
You better off with the White 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 all wanna go for a fucking swirl
[?] marble
Glock 23, treat her my girl
357, that just twirl
Make him catch our like Fitzgerald