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, when its drama
Niggas thinkin' that MCs
get touched, well it's hammer time
Who the fuck is Lil
I dust you like ash and
Your flow wack, my flow
Got floors, your floors crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, niggas broke, need ankle wraps
Don't ride in LA, if you ain't come on the jet with the strap
My 52 Orange roofs
orange coupes, orange juice
said fuck all you, my OG Chimp out soon
H rat, out ScHool
boy Q, my dog
You're a one, I owe you
Shot at them niggas when you the news
If your daughter ever need something, hesitate I got you
up on sunset at the House Of Blues like it's all cool
Might get trapped in too
call Mally he with Big U
I be in Bel Air, still got niggas in the field
20 Million, LK real, Yeezus in that SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil just G5's
Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby
My cost 2 chickens
you got one? Don't talk my language
I'm king on yo bitch
and we in the gym
Tryna be a End up like Flip in "Above The Rim"
You too like Smeagol
I'm swatting the
I'll put you under the earth now it's a garden on tombstone
You shit stain
barely on hundos
I'll hold you like the you are, all my whips 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
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 time for this rap
Blood Money, Money
got no time for this rap shit
Cash Money, Money
Ain't got no time for rap shit
rap money, drug
I'm nigga, straightjacket!
Yo let a nigga hit him with a ratchet
Big U let a get some matches
I'ma the building this La Familia
Pull up and spin a nigga
it up, smoke a nigga like a Backwood
(Gotta DMX)
Coming through my dogs
That going through walls
beef shit? That's me shit
Pull up bangin' Meek shit
That truck pull up side of that Benz?

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

off lemme go on 40 Glocc again
Talk about my kids on
Nigga wanna get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie I pulled out a Glock on him
Don't me resurrect Pac again!
You ScHoolboy like Kendrick and Top and
Have a bitch nigga running to the again
It's all Gucci Mane, Flock and them (green Light)
mean go nigga
if you see this ho nigga, on mamas nigga it's a (green Light)
From where my died to Riverside
even your know it's a (green Light)
Better run through the red
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 bumping lips but they don't like no guns)
(Just your 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 these niggas
suburban these niggas
I'm bitches, I'm taking chains
I'm Young Bergin' these niggas

Ain't start making guns they made you nigga
Ain't no but I'll K you nigga
And I know Hoovers, I know 60s, I Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too
in on them 50s
I got niggas on and the Southside of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing bullets Jay Cutler
Fuck this, this?
Niggas talking all that fuck shit, tough
Put a nigga on like
I Lil Wayne, I know Lil Reese
I know Lil Herb, I know Lil
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 with no jam
Bring a nigga Vietnam, go ham
runnin' out of ham, let's go spam
Nigga dip through your set Killa Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, no fans
This is a DM no gram
Ridin' through the Chi, ain't ever Oprah
Hit a 300 with my nigga Sosa
Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Loko
Nigga get love, I talkin' 'bout The Notebook
Niggas got out here, west side, they feel us out here
Like Weasel and Chicago, realest out
Old man and the capitol hill is out
? on the low end
all my BD bring the dope in
And BdD twins locked up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, your 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 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 than Jay (Chi 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 Shark
OG a car sale
spins, you do cartwheels
Lil under a lil dirt

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