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 that they MCs
Can't get touched, well hammer time
Who the fuck is Lil
I dust you like ash and
Your flow wack, my crack
Got floors, your floors crack
Got rap shit, traps, these niggas broke, need ankle wraps
ride around in LA, if you ain't come on the jet with the strap
My niggas 52 Orange
orange coupes, Ciroc orange
Trel said all you, my OG Chimp out soon
H rat, out ScHool
boy Q, my dog
You're a one, I owe you
at them niggas when you heard the news
If your ever need something, don't hesitate I got you
Posted up on sunset at the Of Blues like it's all cool
get trapped in Vegas too
call Mally Mall he Big U
I might be in Bel Air, still got in the field
20 Million, LK real, with Yeezus in SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil Jets G5's
CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby Nitty
My Maybach cost 2
you ain't got one? talk my language
I'm shitting on yo bitch
and we in the gym
Tryna be a baller? End up like in "Above The Rim"
You too small like
I'm swatting the
I'll put you the earth now it's a garden on your tombstone
You shit stain
barely on hundos
hold you like the slave you are, all my whips mayo
You from I'll bring the noise
You platinum? Don't talk to me
nominated? Don't talk to me
20 Don't talk to me
It's to this shit boy
you basement, talk to me
You want the fame? I'll take name and that weak bitch you fall asleep with!

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

(Niggas saying nothin')
aimed 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 go on 40 Glocc again
Talk about my kids on
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 Kendrick and Top and
Have a bitch running to the cops again
It's all Gucci Mane, Flock and them (green Light)
mean go nigga
if you ever see this ho nigga, on mamas it's a (green Light)
From where my died to Riverside
even your niggas know a (green Light)
run through the red ones
fuck and be a dead one
(Jump in the of beef, 'cause I don't like no one)
(Step these bars and I don't write not one)
(Niggas bumping they lips but they don't no guns)
(Just close your and that light gon' come)
I fuck with no new niggas
they to sue, no woo nigga
Tyga hit me "Durk dissing"
Dirk Dirk who nigga?
Never of these niggas
Some of the nerve of these
Don't me put on burgundy nigga
Let the AK I'm serving these
Yo T raw, time to murder niggas
Black suburban niggas
I'm taking bitches, I'm taking
I'm Young Bergin' these niggas

Ain't start making guns they made you nigga
Ain't no Jayhawk but K you nigga
And I know Hoovers, I 60s, I know Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too
in on them 50s
I got niggas on west and the of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing bullets like Jay
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 know Lil
I know Lil Boosie, that nigga free like this ass
Come fuck with me, I got hands, I got
Got I am what I am .45 Go blam with no jam
a nigga Vietnam, let's go ham
Niggas runnin' out of ham, let's go
Nigga dip your set like Killa Cam
I'm to the man, with no fans
This is a DM no gram
Ridin' the Chi, ain't ever seen Oprah
Hit a 300 my little nigga Sosa
paper bag, sippin' on a Four Loko
Nigga get love, I ain't '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 hill is out
? on the low end
all my BD niggas the dope in
And BdD twins locked up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, hold your
If you getting money nigga hold your
Rock my P like L.E.D.
them Bogus They Fuck with me
I fuck stones till I OD'
69, Deuce, Marshalville I mean 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 than Jay (Chi Jay)
I might be more Chi Town than Ye' (Chi than Ye')
I'm on the low end with my Par K (With my nigga Par K)
And he A GD, but free Bump J
4Ch but I'm Barksdale in this Shark Tale
OG a car sale
Chopper spins, you do
Lil under a lil dirt

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