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 drama
Niggas thinkin' that MCs
get touched, well it's hammer time
Who the fuck is Lil
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
Don't ride around in LA, if you ain't come on the jet with the
My 52 Orange roofs
coupes, Ciroc orange juice
Trel said fuck all you, my OG out soon
H rat, shout out
boy Q, my dog
a real one, I owe you
Shot at them niggas when you heard the
If your daughter need something, don't hesitate I got you
up on sunset at the House Of Blues like it's all cool
Might get in Vegas too
Mally Mall he with Big U
I might be in Bel Air, still got in the field
20 Million, LK real, with in that SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil Jets G5's
Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby
My cost 2 chickens
you got one? Don't talk my language
I'm king on yo bitch
and we in the gym
Tryna be a baller? End up like in "Above The Rim"
You too small Smeagol
I'm the mosquito
I'll put you under the earth now a garden on your tombstone
You shit teenagers
barely on hundos
I'll hold you the slave you are, all my whips mayo
You Illinois? I'll bring the noise
You ain't Don't talk to me
Grammy Don't talk to me
20 Million? Don't to me
levels to this shit boy
you basement, Don't to me
You want the fame? I'll take your name and that weak bitch you fall with!

got no time for this rap shit
Blood Money, Money
got no time for this rap shit
Cash Money, Money
got no time for this rap shit
rap money, money
I'm nigga, straightjacket!
Yo Trel let a nigga hit him with a
Big U let a nigga get some
I'ma torch the this La Familia
Pull up and spin a nigga
Light it up, smoke a like a Backwood
(Gotta DMX)
Coming with my dogs
chopper going through walls
This beef That's me shit
up bangin' that Meek shit
That monster truck pull up side of that

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

First off lemme go on 40 Glocc
Talk 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 ScHoolboy like Kendrick and Top and
Have a bitch nigga to the cops again
It's all Gucci Mane, Waka and them (green Light)
That go nigga
if you ever see ho nigga, on mamas nigga it's a (green Light)
From where my died to Riverside
even your know it's a (green Light)
run through 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 like no guns)
(Just close your eyes and that gon' come)
I don't fuck no new niggas
they to sue, no woo nigga
Tyga hit me "Durk dissing"
Dirk Nowitzki? Dirk who
Never heard of these
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 these
Black suburban these
I'm bitches, I'm taking chains
yeah I'm Young Bergin' these

start making guns when they made you nigga
Ain't no Jayhawk but I'll K you
And I Hoovers, I know 60s, I know Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too
Move in on 50s
I got niggas on west and the of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, bullets like Jay Cutler
Fuck this, what's
Niggas all that fuck shit, tough shit
Put a on like Trukfit
I Lil Wayne, I know Lil Reese
I Lil Herb, I know Lil Keef
I know Lil Boosie, that nigga free like this ass
Come fuck me, I got hands, I got bands
Got damn I am what I am .45 Go blam no jam
Bring a Vietnam, let's go ham
Niggas runnin' out of ham, let's go
Nigga dip your set like Killa Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, with no
This is a DM no gram
Ridin' the Chi, ain't ever seen Oprah
Hit a 300 with my little Sosa
paper bag, sippin' on a Four Loko
Nigga get love, I ain't talkin' The Notebook
Niggas got out here, west side, they feel us out here
Like Weasel and Chicago, out here
Old man and the hill is out here
? on the low end
all my BD niggas bring the in
And BdD twins locked up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, hold your
If you money nigga hold your bread
Rock my Pelle P L.E.D.
them Bogus Boys? Fuck with me
I fuck stones till I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, I mean Murderville
Yellow G, me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to kill
She from the Chi, but she shy
She never met a nigga who can't die
I'm so I'm so Northside
I'm so Westside, "Ain't I?"
Got more in the Chi than Jay (Chi than Jay)
I might be more Chi than Ye' (Chi Town than 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 Barksdale in this Tale
OG like a car
Chopper spins, you do
Lil Durk under a lil

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