Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq To LA (Lil Durk Diss)

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Know some Hoover niggas down to ride
For a homicide, when its drama
Niggas that they MCs
get touched, well it's hammer time
Who the is Lil Durk?
I you like ash and purp
Your flow wack, my flow
Got floors, your floors crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, niggas broke, need ankle wraps
ride around in LA, if you ain't come on the jet with the strap
My 52 Orange roofs
orange coupes, orange juice
said fuck all you, my OG Chimp out soon
H rat, shout out
boy Q, my dog
You're a one, I owe you
Shot at them niggas you heard the news
If your daughter ever need something, hesitate I got you
Posted up on sunset at the House Of Blues it's all cool
Might get trapped in too
Mally Mall he with Big U
I might be in Bel Air, got niggas in the field
20 Million, LK real, with in that SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil Jets just
Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby
My Maybach cost 2
you ain't got one? Don't talk my
I'm king on yo bitch
and we in the gym
Tryna be a baller? End up Flip in "Above The Rim"
You too small Smeagol
I'm swatting the
I'll put you under the earth now it's a garden on your
You shit teenagers
teething on hundos
I'll hold you like the slave you are, all my whips
You from I'll bring the noise
You ain't platinum? talk to me
Grammy Don't talk to me
20 Don't talk to me
It's levels to shit boy
you basement, Don't to me
You want the fame? I'll take your name and that weak you fall asleep with!

Ain't got no for this rap shit
Blood Money, Cash
Ain't got no time for rap shit
Cash Money, Blood
Ain't got no for this rap shit
rap money, money
I'm nigga, straightjacket!
Yo Trel let a nigga hit him a ratchet
Big U let a get some matches
I'ma the building this La Familia
Pull up and a nigga backwards
Light it up, a nigga like a Backwood
(Gotta DMX)
through with my dogs
That chopper going through
This shit? That's me shit
up bangin' that Meek shit
That truck pull up side of that Benz?

(Niggas ain't nothin')
Choppers at yo whip, nigga!
(Niggas saying nothin')
Money, Family Hustle like Tip, nigga!
(Niggas ain't nothin')
through, few Bloods, few Crips, nigga!
(Niggas saying nothin')
T I got you, don't trip, nigga!

First off lemme go on 40 again
Talk about my on Instagram?
Nigga must wanna get his ass again!
Tell a lie like I out a Glock on him
make me resurrect Pac again!
You ScHoolboy like and Top and them
a bitch nigga running to the cops again
It's all Gucci Mane, Waka Flock and (green Light)
That mean go
if you ever see this ho nigga, on mamas nigga a (green Light)
From my nigga died to Riverside
even your know it's a (green Light)
Better run through the red
fuck around and be a one
(Jump in the middle of beef, 'cause I don't no one)
(Step these bars and I don't write not one)
(Niggas bumping they lips but they don't no guns)
(Just close eyes and that light gon' come)
I fuck with no new niggas
they like to sue, no woo
Tyga hit me "Durk dissing"
Nowitzki? Dirk who nigga?
Never of these niggas
Some of the nerve of niggas
Don't make me put on nigga
Let the AK I'm these niggas
Yo T raw, time to murder these
Black suburban these
I'm bitches, I'm taking chains
yeah I'm Young Bergin' these

Ain't start making guns when they made you
no Jayhawk but I'll K you nigga
And I know Hoovers, I know 60s, I know Westside Pirus, niggas to die too
in on them 50s
I got niggas on and the Southside of Chi too
up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing bullets like Jay Cutler
Fuck this, this?
Niggas talking all that fuck shit, shit
Put a on like Trukfit
I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil
I know Lil Herb, I Lil Keef
I know Lil Boosie, that free like this ass whooping
Come fuck me, I got hands, I got bands
Got damn I am what I am .45 Go with no jam
Bring a Vietnam, let's go ham
Niggas runnin' out of ham, go spam
Nigga dip through set like Killa Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, with no
This is a DM no gram
Ridin' through the Chi, ain't ever seen
Hit a 300 with my little nigga
Brown bag, sippin' on a Four Loko
Nigga get love, I ain't talkin' The Notebook
Niggas got killers out here, west side, feel us out here
Like Weasel and Chicago, out here
Old man and the capitol hill is out
? on the low end
all my BD bring the dope in
And BdD twins locked up in the feds and my nigga J, hold your head
If you getting money nigga hold bread
my Pelle P like L.E.D.
them Bogus They Fuck with me
I fuck stones till I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, Marshalville I Murderville
Yellow G, me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to kill
She the Chi, but she ain't shy
She ain't met a nigga who can't die
I'm so Southside I'm so
I'm so Westside, "Ain't I?"
Got more niggas in the Chi Jay (Chi than Jay)
I might be more Chi Town than Ye' (Chi Town Ye')
I'm on the low end my nigga Par K (With my nigga Par K)
And he A GD, but free Bump J
4Ch but I'm like in this Shark Tale
OG like a car
spins, you do cartwheels
Lil Durk under a lil

(And knows you)
Dis ain't they want!
(Nobody you)
(Bitch I thought was Future's song!)
(I'm to show you)
You caught yourself a Little L dog
(Man nobody you)
You of Lil Durk? Nigga, hell nah!