Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

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

[Verse 1: Meek
Uh, niggas know the rules in my hood, if you 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 Sunday you in the Church
Momma stresses, dinner platers, tryna get your casket, and get ya hearse
Last nigga that slid on us, got on it, he told on us
Every you see with me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on us
Naw, nigga no 1 on 1's we don't fight fair, we roll on 'em
V-S stones and cuban linx, all that ice with that gold on 'em
We swinging no flag, nigga
We need no pass, nigga
Glock 40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, tag with us
Everybody wanna talk bricks 'till feds, swoop in and grab niggas
Dream got into something, we don't never bleak cause we trash niggas
I don't know if y'all heard my homie doing that 30 out
Buck still in the cut and stay fittin' to let Ernie out
I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'bout that other homie that you about
Cause if he heard about the truth, run mouth
He come to your house and swervin' out
Catch me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the
Only time this when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank
Summertime in La Marina with Dominicans going in the
up screamin' 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'
L'A he take 15 years, every crime 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 Teiona that I leak
Gripped the 30 just out, if you caught stripping, then you assed out
I'm the same nigga that my asked about while you in the cut steady (?)
Fuck the judge, let 9 out, trigger, let 9 out
Four birds in the trap
4 wings at Harold's with covered in mild sauce
Everytime a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a couple
IG comments and a couple tweets, on we can go and meet
Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in with my nigga Meek
Pop a wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on my nigga, Flee
Heard Tyga sneak dissing on me, them thot bitches I'm not right
Tyga only got one name but that ain't got one stripe
He backpack, so easy to get the shit smacked
Ask Marly Marl to get his shit
In Chiraq, don't come
You ain't here? Don't come here!
Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he like this
No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, just him
30 like Tyson
to the rap flow, hot shit
Fuck, gotta raffle, got
Every I go, got sticks
Pockets Fargo, no bricks
Say I'm on now, no shit
You can say I, wife shit
I don't like shit
I just pipe
One night
Out here killas and thuggers
New York slow to my brothers
me go and Young Thugger
We gonna shoot up in
And gotta urge to take
Chiraq, look at the rate
500 dead bodies, better go and get money you be on first 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 bowling pins
Feds snatch me, I don't know
nigga, on 4 and them
Young Jefe, Knew Slim
out the tank with Slow and them
Come a trip to D.C
a lot of Me and GG
I'm the big dog
I'm off
Like Mambo on a 3 Piece
"Glizzy, Why you D.C.?"
"Who I ain't D.C.?"
Fuck ya to my CD
She record her like Mimi
A playin', it's lights out
Oo, got me iced out
Stay low, cause the out
You only get fly when the out
till it get nice out
Tell Chino bring the out
Got 50 in my trap house
You off fucking with the White House
I'm the youngin' in the fucking world
I got money, I got plenty girls
Got the for the week, got fifteen freaks
And they all wanna go for a fucking
[?] marble
Glock 23, treat her like my
357, that bitch just
Make him catch our like Fitzgerald