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

187

Know some Hoover niggas that's down to
For a homicide, its drama time
Niggas thinkin' that MCs
get touched, well it's hammer time
Who the is Lil Durk?
I dust you like ash and
Your flow wack, my flow
Got marble floors, your crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, niggas broke, need ankle wraps
Don't around in LA, if you ain't come on the jet with the strap
My niggas 52 Orange
orange coupes, Ciroc juice
Trel said fuck all you, my OG out soon
H rat, out ScHool
boy Q, my dog
You're a one, I owe you
Shot at niggas when you heard the news
If your ever need something, don't hesitate I got you
Posted up on sunset at the House Of Blues it's all cool
Might get trapped in too
call Mall he with Big U
I might be in Bel Air, got niggas 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 ain't got one? Don't my language
I'm king shitting on yo
and we in the gym
Tryna be a End up like Flip in "Above The Rim"
You too small Smeagol
I'm swatting the
I'll put you the earth now it's a garden on your tombstone
You stain teenagers
barely teething on
I'll hold you like the slave you are, all my whips
You from I'll bring the noise
You ain't platinum? talk to me
Grammy nominated? talk to me
20 Million? talk 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!

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

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

First off lemme go on 40 again
Talk about my on Instagram?
must wanna get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie like I pulled out a on him
make me resurrect Pac again!
You ScHoolboy like Kendrick and Top and
a bitch nigga running to the cops again
It's all Mane, Waka Flock and them (green Light)
mean go nigga
if you ever see ho nigga, on mamas nigga it's a (green Light)
From where my died to Riverside
even your niggas 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 these bars and I don't write not one)
(Niggas bumping lips but they don't like no guns)
(Just close eyes and that light gon' come)
I fuck with no new niggas
they like to sue, no woo
hit me like "Durk dissing"
Dirk Nowitzki? who nigga?
Never heard of niggas
Some of the nerve of these
Don't me put on burgundy nigga
Let the AK I'm these niggas
Yo T raw, to murder these niggas
Black these niggas
I'm bitches, I'm taking chains
yeah I'm Young these niggas

Ain't start making when they made you nigga
Ain't no Jayhawk but I'll K you
And I know Hoovers, I know 60s, I Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too
in on them 50s
I got niggas on west and the of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, bullets like Jay Cutler
this, what's this?
Niggas all that fuck shit, tough shit
Put a nigga on Trukfit
I Lil Wayne, I know Lil Reese
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 damn I am I am .45 Go blam with no jam
Bring a nigga Vietnam, go ham
Niggas out of ham, let's go spam
dip through your set like Killa Cam
I'm to the man, with no fans
This is a DM with no
Ridin' through the Chi, ain't seen Oprah
Hit a 300 my little nigga Sosa
Brown bag, sippin' on a Four Loko
get love, I ain't talkin' 'bout The Notebook
Niggas got killers out here, west side, they feel us out
Like Weasel and Chicago, out here
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 your
If you getting nigga hold your bread
my Pelle P like L.E.D.
them Bogus Boys? Fuck with me
I with stones till I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, Marshalville I mean
G, gave me a bitch 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 more in the Chi than Jay (Chi than Jay)
I might be 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 Bump J
4Ch but I'm like Barksdale in this Tale
OG a car sale
Chopper spins, you do
Lil Durk a lil dirt

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