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

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Know Hoover niggas that's down to ride
For a homicide, its drama time
Niggas thinkin' they MCs
Can't get touched, well it's hammer
Who the fuck is Lil
I you like ash and purp
flow wack, my flow crack
Got marble floors, floors crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, these niggas broke, need wraps
Don't ride around in LA, if you ain't on the jet with the strap
My niggas 52 roofs
orange coupes, Ciroc juice
said fuck all you, my OG Chimp out soon
H rat, shout out
boy Q, my dog
You're a one, I owe you
Shot at them niggas when you heard the
If your ever need something, don't hesitate I got you
Posted up on sunset at the House Of Blues like it's all
Might get trapped in 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 Punch and Nitty
My cost 2 chickens
you ain't got one? Don't 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 like
I'm swatting the
I'll put you under the now it's a garden on your tombstone
You shit stain
barely on hundos
I'll hold you like the slave you are, all my mayo
You Illinois? I'll bring the noise
You ain't platinum? Don't to me
nominated? Don't talk to me
20 Million? Don't to me
It's levels to shit boy
you basement, talk to me
You want the fame? take your name and that weak bitch you fall asleep with!

Ain't got no time for this rap
Blood Money, 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 nigga get some
torch the building this La Familia
Pull up and spin a backwards
Light it up, a nigga like a Backwood
(Gotta DMX)
Coming through my dogs
That chopper going through
This shit? That's me shit
up bangin' that Meek shit
That monster truck up side of that Benz?

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

First off go on 40 Glocc again
Talk about my kids on
Nigga wanna get his ass socked again!
a lie like I pulled out a Glock on him
Don't 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 Flock and (green Light)
That go nigga
if you ever see this ho nigga, on mamas nigga a (green Light)
From where my nigga died to
your niggas know it's a (green Light)
Better run through the red
fuck around and be a one
(Jump in the middle of beef, 'cause I don't 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 light gon' come)
I don't fuck no new niggas
like to sue, no woo nigga
Tyga hit me "Durk dissing"
Nowitzki? Dirk who nigga?
Never of these niggas
Some of the nerve of these
Don't make me put on burgundy
Let the AK I'm serving niggas
Yo T raw, time to these niggas
Black suburban these
I'm taking bitches, I'm chains
yeah I'm Young Bergin' niggas

Ain't start making guns when made you nigga
no Jayhawk but I'll K you nigga
And I know Hoovers, I know 60s, I know Pirus, niggas down to die too
Move in on 50s
I got niggas on and the Southside of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, bullets like Jay Cutler
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 Lil Boosie, that nigga free like this ass whooping
Come fuck with me, I got hands, I got
Got damn I am what I am .45 Go blam no jam
Bring a nigga Vietnam, go ham
Niggas out of ham, let's go spam
Nigga dip through your set like Cam
I'm to the man, with no fans
This is a DM with no
Ridin' through the Chi, ain't ever seen
Hit a 300 with my nigga Sosa
Brown paper bag, on a Four 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 capitol is out here
? on the low end
all my BD niggas the dope in
And BdD twins locked up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, your head
If you getting money nigga hold bread
Rock my P like L.E.D.
Bogus Boys? They Fuck with me
I with stones till I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, Marshalville I Murderville
Yellow G, gave me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to
She from the Chi, but she 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 be more Chi Town 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 free 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 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 Durk? Nigga, nah!