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

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Know some niggas that's down to ride
For a homicide, when its drama
Niggas thinkin' that MCs
Can't get touched, well it's time
Who the is Lil Durk?
I dust you ash and purp
Your flow wack, my crack
Got marble floors, your floors
Got rap shit, mice traps, these niggas broke, need ankle
Don't ride around in LA, if you come on the jet with the strap
My niggas 52 Orange
coupes, Ciroc orange juice
Trel said fuck all you, my OG Chimp out
H rat, shout out
boy Q, my dog
a real one, I owe you
Shot at them niggas you heard the news
If your ever need something, don't hesitate I got you
Posted up on sunset at the House Of like it's all cool
get trapped in Vegas too
call Mall he with Big U
I might be in Bel Air, still got niggas in the
20 Million, LK real, with in that SLR,
T Raw echelon, no Lil Jets just G5's
Free CB, H Rat, Lil and baby Nitty
My Maybach cost 2
you ain't got Don't talk my language
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 garden on your
You shit teenagers
teething on hundos
I'll hold you like the you are, all my whips mayo
You from Illinois? I'll the noise
You ain't platinum? Don't to me
Grammy nominated? Don't to me
20 Million? talk to me
It's to this shit boy
you basement, talk to me
You want the fame? I'll take your name and that weak you fall asleep with!

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

(Niggas ain't nothin')
aimed at yo whip, nigga!
(Niggas saying nothin')
Cash Money, Family 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 Glocc
about my kids on Instagram?
Nigga wanna get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie I pulled out a Glock on him
make me resurrect Pac again!
You like Kendrick and Top and them
Have a bitch running to the cops again
It's all Gucci Mane, Waka and them (green Light)
mean go nigga
if you see this ho nigga, on mamas nigga it's a (green Light)
From where my nigga to Riverside
even niggas know it's a (green Light)
Better run the red ones
fuck and be a dead one
(Jump in the middle of beef, I don't like no one)
(Step behind these and I don't write not one)
(Niggas bumping they but they don't like no guns)
(Just close your eyes and light gon' come)
I fuck with no new niggas
like to sue, no woo nigga
Tyga hit me "Durk dissing"
Dirk Dirk who nigga?
Never heard of these
of the nerve of these niggas
Don't make me put on burgundy
Let the AK I'm serving these
Yo T raw, time to murder niggas
Black suburban these
I'm taking bitches, I'm taking
yeah I'm Young Bergin' these

start making guns when they made you nigga
Ain't no Jayhawk but K you nigga
And I Hoovers, I know 60s, I know Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too
in on them 50s
I got niggas on west and the of Chi too
up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing bullets like Jay Cutler
Fuck this, this?
Niggas all that fuck shit, tough shit
Put a nigga on Trukfit
I know Lil Wayne, I Lil Reese
I Lil Herb, I know Lil Keef
I know Lil Boosie, nigga free like this ass whooping
Come fuck with me, I got hands, I got
Got damn I am what I am .45 Go with no jam
Bring a Vietnam, let's go ham
Niggas out of ham, let's go spam
Nigga dip your set like Killa Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, no fans
This is a DM no gram
Ridin' through the Chi, ain't ever seen
Hit a 300 with my nigga Sosa
Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Loko
Nigga get love, I ain't talkin' 'bout The
Niggas got out here, west side, they feel us out here
Weasel and Chicago, realest 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 and my nigga Bump J, hold your head
If you getting money nigga your bread
my Pelle P like L.E.D.
them Bogus They Fuck with me
I fuck with till I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, I mean Murderville
Yellow G, gave me a bitch off of Ave I use her to kill
She the Chi, but she ain't shy
She never 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 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 it's free J
4Ch but I'm like Barksdale in Shark Tale
OG a car sale
spins, you do cartwheels
Lil Durk under a lil

(And knows you)
Dis what they want!
(Nobody you)
(Bitch I thought that was song!)
(I'm to show you)
You done caught a Little L dog
(Man nobody you)
You heard of Lil Durk? Nigga, nah!