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

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Know some Hoover niggas that's down to
For a homicide, its drama time
thinkin' that they MCs
Can't get touched, well it's time
Who the fuck is Lil
I dust you like ash and
Your wack, my flow crack
Got floors, your floors crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, these niggas broke, need ankle
Don't ride around in LA, if you ain't on the jet with the strap
My 52 Orange roofs
orange coupes, Ciroc juice
Trel said all you, my OG Chimp out soon
H rat, out ScHool
boy Q, my dog
a real one, I owe you
Shot at them niggas you heard the news
If your daughter need something, don't hesitate I got you
Posted up on sunset at the House Of like it's all cool
Might get 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 in that 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? talk my language
I'm shitting on yo bitch
and we in the gym
Tryna be a baller? End up Flip in "Above The Rim"
You too small like
I'm the mosquito
I'll put you under the earth now it's a garden on tombstone
You stain teenagers
teething on hundos
I'll hold you like the slave you are, all my mayo
You from Illinois? I'll the noise
You ain't Don't talk to me
Grammy nominated? 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 your name and that weak bitch you fall asleep with!

got no time for this rap shit
Blood Money, Cash
Ain't got no for this rap shit
Cash Money, Blood
Ain't got no for this rap shit
rap money, drug
I'm nigga, straightjacket!
Yo Trel let a hit him with 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 a Backwood
(Gotta DMX)
through with my dogs
That going through walls
This beef That's me shit
Pull up bangin' Meek shit
That monster truck pull up side of that

(Niggas saying nothin')
aimed 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 ain't nothin')
T Raw? I got you, trip, nigga!

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

Ain't making guns when they made you nigga
Ain't no Jayhawk but I'll K you
And I know Hoovers, I know 60s, I know Pirus, niggas down to die too
Move in on 50s
I got on west and the Southside of Chi too
up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing bullets like Jay Cutler
Fuck this, this?
Niggas talking all that fuck shit, shit
Put a nigga on like
I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil
I Lil Herb, I know Lil Keef
I Lil Boosie, that nigga free like this ass whooping
Come with me, I got hands, I got bands
Got damn I am what I am .45 Go blam no jam
a nigga Vietnam, let's go ham
Niggas runnin' out of ham, go spam
Nigga dip through set like Killa Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, with no
This is a DM no gram
Ridin' through the Chi, ain't ever Oprah
Hit a 300 with my nigga Sosa
Brown bag, sippin' on a Four Loko
Nigga get love, I ain't 'bout The Notebook
Niggas got killers out here, west side, they us out here
Like Weasel and Chicago, realest out
Old man and the capitol hill is out
? 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 head
If you getting money nigga your bread
Rock my Pelle P L.E.D.
them Bogus They Fuck with me
I fuck with stones I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, I mean Murderville
Yellow G, gave me a off of Damen 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 I'm so Northside
I'm so Westside, "Ain't I?"
Got niggas in the Chi than Jay (Chi than Jay)
I might be more Chi Town than Ye' (Chi Town Ye')
I'm on the low end with my Par K (With my nigga Par K)
And he A GD, but it's Bump J
4Ch but I'm Barksdale in this Shark Tale
OG a car sale
spins, you do cartwheels
Lil Durk under a lil

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