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, its drama time
Niggas that they MCs
Can't get touched, 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, traps, these niggas broke, need ankle wraps
Don't ride around in LA, if you ain't on the jet with the strap
My niggas 52 Orange
orange coupes, orange juice
Trel said fuck all you, my OG 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, don't 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 niggas in the
20 Million, LK real, with Yeezus in SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil Jets G5's
Free CB, H Rat, Lil and baby Nitty
My Maybach cost 2
you ain't got one? talk my language
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
put you under the earth now it's a garden on your tombstone
You shit teenagers
barely teething on
hold you like the slave you are, all my whips mayo
You from I'll bring the noise
You ain't platinum? Don't to me
Grammy nominated? talk 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 name and that weak bitch you fall asleep with!

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

(Niggas saying nothin')
Choppers at yo whip, nigga!
(Niggas ain't nothin')
Cash Money, 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!

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

Ain't making guns when they made you nigga
Ain't no but I'll K you nigga
And I Hoovers, I know 60s, I know Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too
in on them 50s
I got on west and the Southside of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing like Jay Cutler
this, what's this?
Niggas talking all that shit, tough 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 this ass whooping
fuck with me, I got hands, I got bands
Got I am what I am .45 Go blam with no jam
Bring a Vietnam, let's go ham
Niggas runnin' out of ham, let's go
Nigga dip through your set Killa Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, no fans
is a DM with no gram
Ridin' the Chi, ain't ever seen Oprah
Hit a 300 my little nigga Sosa
Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Loko
Nigga get love, I ain't 'bout The Notebook
Niggas got killers out here, west side, feel us out here
Weasel and Chicago, realest 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 and my nigga Bump J, hold your head
If you getting money nigga hold your
my Pelle P like L.E.D.
them Bogus Boys? They with me
I fuck with stones 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 never met a who can't die
I'm so I'm so Northside
I'm so Westside, "Ain't I?"
Got more niggas in the Chi Jay (Chi than Jay)
I might be more Chi 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 it's Bump J
4Ch but I'm like Barksdale in this Tale
OG a car sale
Chopper spins, you do
Lil under a lil dirt

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