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

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Know some niggas that's down to ride
For a homicide, when its drama
thinkin' that they MCs
Can't get touched, it's hammer time
Who the is Lil Durk?
I dust you ash and purp
Your wack, my flow crack
Got floors, your floors crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, niggas broke, need ankle wraps
ride around 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 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 trapped in too
call Mally Mall he 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 just G5's
CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby Nitty
My cost 2 chickens
you ain't got one? Don't talk my
I'm king on yo bitch
and we in the gym
Tryna be a baller? End up Flip in "Above The Rim"
You too small Smeagol
I'm the mosquito
I'll put you under the earth now it's a garden on your
You shit stain
teething on hundos
I'll you like the slave you are, all my whips mayo
You from Illinois? I'll the noise
You platinum? Don't talk to me
Grammy nominated? talk to me
20 Don't talk to me
It's levels to shit boy
you basement, talk to me
You want the fame? I'll take your name and that bitch you fall asleep with!

Ain't got no time for rap shit
Money, Cash Money
Ain't got no time for this rap
Cash Money, Blood
Ain't got no for this rap shit
rap money, money
I'm nigga, straightjacket!
Yo let a nigga hit him with a ratchet
Big U let a get some matches
I'ma torch the building La Familia
Pull up and a nigga backwards
Light it up, a nigga like a Backwood
(Gotta DMX)
Coming through my dogs
chopper going through walls
This beef shit? me shit
Pull up bangin' Meek shit
That monster truck pull up side of that

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

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

Ain't making guns when they made you nigga
no Jayhawk but I'll K you nigga
And I Hoovers, I know 60s, I know 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, throwing like Jay Cutler
Fuck this, what's
Niggas talking all that fuck shit, shit
Put a on like Trukfit
I know Lil Wayne, I Lil Reese
I Lil Herb, I know Lil Keef
I know Lil Boosie, that nigga free this ass whooping
Come with me, I got hands, I got bands
Got damn I am what I am .45 Go with no jam
a nigga Vietnam, let's go ham
Niggas runnin' out of ham, let's go
Nigga dip through set like Killa Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, no fans
This is a DM no gram
through the Chi, ain't ever seen Oprah
Hit a 300 with my little Sosa
Brown bag, sippin' on a Four Loko
Nigga get love, I ain't talkin' The Notebook
got killers out here, west side, they feel us out here
Like and Chicago, realest out here
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 and my nigga Bump J, hold your head
If you getting money nigga hold your
Rock my Pelle P L.E.D.
them Bogus Boys? Fuck with me
I with stones till I OD'
69, Deuce, Marshalville I mean Murderville
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 never met a nigga who 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 Town than Ye' (Chi 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 Shark
OG like a car
spins, you do cartwheels
Lil Durk a lil dirt

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