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

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Know some Hoover niggas that's to ride
For a homicide, its drama time
Niggas thinkin' that MCs
Can't get touched, well it's hammer
Who the fuck is Lil
I dust you like ash and
Your flow wack, my crack
Got marble floors, your crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, these niggas broke, ankle wraps
Don't ride around in LA, if you ain't come on the jet the strap
My niggas 52 roofs
coupes, Ciroc orange juice
Trel said fuck all you, my OG Chimp out
H rat, shout out
boy Q, my dog
You're a one, I owe you
Shot at them when you heard the news
If your daughter ever something, don't hesitate I got you
Posted up on sunset at the House Of Blues like 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 Yeezus in SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil Jets just
CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby Nitty
My cost 2 chickens
you ain't got 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 swatting the
I'll put you under the now it's a garden on your tombstone
You shit teenagers
teething on hundos
I'll hold you the slave you are, all my whips mayo
You from I'll bring the noise
You ain't platinum? Don't to me
Grammy Don't talk to me
20 Don't talk to me
levels to this shit boy
you basement, talk to me
You want the fame? I'll take your name and that weak bitch you asleep with!

Ain't got no time for this rap
Blood Money, Money
Ain't got no time for this rap
Cash Money, Money
Ain't got no time for this rap
rap money, money
I'm nigga, straightjacket!
Yo Trel let a nigga hit him a ratchet
Big U let a nigga get matches
I'ma torch the building La Familia
Pull up and spin a backwards
Light it up, smoke a nigga like a
(Gotta DMX)
Coming with my dogs
chopper going through walls
This beef shit? me shit
Pull up bangin' 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 like 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 must get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie like I out a Glock on him
Don't make me Pac again!
You ScHoolboy Kendrick and Top and them
Have a bitch nigga running to the again
It's all Gucci Mane, Waka Flock and (green Light)
That mean go
if you ever see this ho nigga, on mamas nigga a (green Light)
From where my died to Riverside
even your niggas it's a (green Light)
run through the red ones
fuck and be a dead one
(Jump in the middle of beef, I don't like no one)
(Step behind these bars and I write not one)
(Niggas bumping lips but they don't like no guns)
(Just close your eyes and that gon' come)
I fuck with no new niggas
they like to sue, no woo
hit me like "Durk dissing"
Dirk Dirk who nigga?
heard of these niggas
Some of the nerve of niggas
Don't me put on burgundy nigga
Let the AK I'm these niggas
Yo T raw, time to these niggas
suburban these niggas
I'm bitches, I'm taking chains
yeah I'm Young Bergin' these

Ain't start guns when they made you nigga
Ain't no Jayhawk but K you nigga
And I know Hoovers, I know 60s, I Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too
Move in on 50s
I got on west and the Southside of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, bullets like Jay Cutler
Fuck this, this?
Niggas talking all fuck shit, tough shit
Put a on like Trukfit
I Lil Wayne, I know Lil Reese
I know Lil Herb, I know Lil
I know Lil Boosie, nigga free like this ass whooping
Come fuck with me, I got hands, I got
Got damn I am what I am .45 Go with no jam
Bring a Vietnam, let's go ham
Niggas runnin' out of ham, let's go
dip through your set like Killa Cam
I'm to the man, with no fans
This is a DM no gram
Ridin' through the Chi, ain't ever Oprah
Hit a 300 with my little nigga
Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Loko
get love, I ain't talkin' 'bout The Notebook
Niggas got killers out here, west side, they feel us out
Like 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 feds and my nigga Bump J, hold your
If you money nigga hold your bread
Rock my Pelle P L.E.D.
them Boys? They Fuck with me
I with stones till I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, Marshalville I mean
Yellow G, gave me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to
She the Chi, but she ain't shy
She ain't 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 might be Chi Town 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 it's Bump J
4Ch but I'm like in this Shark Tale
OG a car sale
spins, you do cartwheels
Lil Durk a lil dirt

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