Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

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

[Verse 1: Meek
Uh, niggas the rules in my hood, if you touch me, you get murked
We ain't with back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by when you in the Church
Momma stresses, selling dinner platers, tryna get casket, and get ya hearse
Last nigga that slid on us, got on it, he told on us
nigga 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 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 bricks 'till them feds, swoop in and grab
Dream chasers got into something, we never bleak cause we trash niggas
I don't know if y'all heard about my homie that 30 out
Dean Buck still in the cut and fittin' to let Ernie out
I ain't even gotta say nothin' that other homie 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 this Manhattan I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank
Summertime in La with Dominicans going in the paint
Pullin' up screamin' Dimelo catch you in Brooklyn, get pita puss!

[Verse 2: Lil
(Yeah, Meek 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 It Secret
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 I won't leak
Gripped the 30 just cashed out, if you caught stripping, then you out
I'm the same nigga my city asked about while you in the cut steady (?)
the judge, let 9 out, hairpin trigger, let 9 out
Four birds in the 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 town, I'm in Killadelphia with my nigga Meek
Pop a wheelie in I got the 30 on with my nigga, Flee
Heard 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 nigga shit
Ask Marly Marl to get his shit
In Chiraq, come here
You from here? Don't come here!
Cause snipin', bag on him if he don't like this
No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, like him
30 punch like
Back to the rap flow, hot
Fuck, gotta raffle, got
Every I go, got sticks
Wells Fargo, no bricks
Say I'm on now, no shit
You can never say I, wife
I don't even like
I pipe shit
One night
Out here with killas and
New York slow to my brothers
A-T-L me go and Thugger
We shoot up in public
And they gotta to take
Chiraq, at the murder rate
500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on 48

3: Shy Glizzy]
We red bottoms and Phillip Lim
Everybody get a hold of him
Bad bitches, be at Benny's
I 'em down like bowling pins
snatch me, I don't know them
Real nigga, on 4 and
Young Jefe, Knew Soulja
out the tank with Slow and them
Come take a 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.?"
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 only get fly when the out
Wait it get nice out
Tell bring the bikes out
Got 50 in my trap house
You better off fucking 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 they all go for a fucking swirl
[?] peals
Glock 23, her like my girl
357, that bitch twirl
him catch our shit like Fitzgerald