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

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Know some Hoover that's down to ride
For a homicide, when its time
Niggas thinkin' that MCs
Can't get touched, well it's time
Who the is Lil Durk?
I dust you ash and purp
flow wack, my flow crack
Got marble floors, floors crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, niggas broke, need ankle wraps
Don't ride around in LA, if you come on the jet with the strap
My 52 Orange roofs
coupes, Ciroc orange juice
Trel fuck all you, my OG Chimp out soon
H rat, out ScHool
boy Q, my dog
You're a one, I owe you
Shot at them niggas when you the news
If your daughter ever need something, hesitate I got you
Posted up on sunset at the House Of like it's all cool
get trapped in Vegas too
call Mally he with Big U
I be in Bel Air, still got niggas in the field
20 Million, LK real, with Yeezus in SLR,
T Raw echelon, no Lil Jets just G5's
CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby Nitty
My Maybach 2 chickens
you ain't got one? Don't talk my
I'm king on yo bitch
and we in the gym
Tryna be a End up like Flip in "Above The Rim"
You too like Smeagol
I'm the mosquito
I'll put you under the earth now it's a on your tombstone
You shit stain
teething on hundos
I'll hold you like the slave you are, all my whips
You from Illinois? I'll bring the
You ain't platinum? talk to me
Grammy Don't talk to me
20 Million? Don't to me
It's levels to shit boy
you basement, talk to me
You the fame? I'll take your name and that weak bitch you fall asleep with!

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

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

off lemme go on 40 Glocc again
Talk about my kids on
Nigga must get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie like I out a Glock on him
Don't me resurrect Pac again!
You ScHoolboy like Kendrick and Top and
a bitch nigga running to the cops again
It's all Gucci Mane, Flock and them (green Light)
That go nigga
if you ever see this ho nigga, on mamas it's a (green Light)
From my nigga died to Riverside
your niggas know it's a (green Light)
Better run the red ones
fuck around and be a one
(Jump in the middle of beef, I don't like no one)
(Step behind these bars and I 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
hit me like "Durk dissing"
Dirk Nowitzki? who nigga?
Never heard of niggas
Some of the of these niggas
Don't make me put on burgundy
Let the AK I'm these niggas
Yo T raw, time to murder niggas
suburban these niggas
I'm bitches, I'm taking chains
yeah I'm Bergin' these niggas

Ain't start making guns when they you nigga
Ain't no Jayhawk but I'll K you
And I know Hoovers, I know 60s, I know Westside Pirus, down to die too
in on them 50s
I got niggas on and the Southside of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing like Jay Cutler
Fuck this, what's
Niggas talking all that shit, tough shit
Put a on like Trukfit
I Lil Wayne, I know Lil Reese
I know Lil Herb, I know Lil
I know Lil Boosie, that nigga free like ass whooping
fuck with me, I got hands, I got bands
Got damn I am what I am .45 Go with no jam
Bring a nigga Vietnam, go ham
runnin' out of ham, let's go spam
Nigga dip through your set Killa Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, no fans
This is a DM with no
Ridin' through the Chi, ever seen Oprah
Hit a 300 my little nigga Sosa
Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Four
Nigga get love, I talkin' 'bout The Notebook
Niggas got killers out here, west side, they feel us out
Weasel and Chicago, realest out here
Old man and the capitol is out here
? on the low end
all my BD bring the dope in
And BdD twins up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, hold your head
If you getting money nigga hold your
Rock my P like L.E.D.
them Bogus Boys? Fuck with me
I fuck stones till I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, Marshalville I mean
Yellow G, gave me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to
She from the Chi, but she shy
She ain't never met a 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 Chi Town than Ye' (Chi Town than Ye')
I'm on the low end with my nigga Par K (With my Par K)
And he A GD, but free Bump J
4Ch but I'm like Barksdale in this Tale
OG a car sale
spins, you do cartwheels
Lil under a lil dirt

(And nobody you)
Dis what 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!