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 time
thinkin' that they MCs
Can't get touched, well it's hammer
Who the is Lil Durk?
I dust you like ash and
Your wack, my flow crack
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 niggas 52 roofs
orange coupes, Ciroc 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 niggas when you heard the news
If daughter ever need something, don't hesitate I got you
Posted up on sunset at the House Of like it's all cool
Might get in Vegas too
Mally Mall 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 Jets G5's
Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and Nitty
My Maybach cost 2
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 small like
I'm swatting the
I'll put you under the earth now it's a garden on tombstone
You shit teenagers
barely teething on
I'll hold you the slave you are, all my whips mayo
You from Illinois? bring the noise
You platinum? Don't talk to me
nominated? Don't talk to me
20 Don't talk to me
It's to this shit boy
you basement, talk to me
You the fame? I'll take your name and that weak bitch you fall asleep with!

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

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

off lemme go on 40 Glocc again
Talk about my on Instagram?
Nigga must get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie I pulled out a Glock on him
make me resurrect 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 see this ho nigga, on mamas nigga it's a (green Light)
From where my died to Riverside
even niggas know it's a (green Light)
run through the red ones
fuck around and be a one
(Jump in the middle of beef, I don't like 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 that gon' come)
I fuck with no new niggas
like to sue, no woo nigga
Tyga hit me "Durk dissing"
Dirk Nowitzki? who nigga?
Never heard of niggas
of the nerve of these niggas
Don't make me put on burgundy
Let the AK I'm these niggas
Yo T raw, time to murder niggas
Black suburban these
I'm taking bitches, I'm chains
yeah I'm Bergin' these niggas

Ain't start guns when they made you nigga
Ain't no but I'll K you nigga
And I know Hoovers, I know 60s, I know Westside Pirus, niggas to die too
in on them 50s
I got on west and the Southside of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, bullets like Jay Cutler
Fuck this, what's
Niggas talking all fuck shit, tough shit
Put a nigga on like
I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil
I Lil Herb, I know Lil Keef
I know Lil Boosie, that nigga like this ass whooping
fuck 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
Niggas runnin' out of ham, go spam
dip through your set like Killa Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, with no
This is a DM with no
Ridin' through the Chi, ain't ever seen
Hit a 300 with my little nigga
Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Loko
Nigga get love, I ain't talkin' The Notebook
Niggas got killers out here, west side, they feel us out
Like Weasel and Chicago, realest out
Old man and the hill is out here
? on the low end
all my BD niggas the dope in
And BdD twins up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, hold your head
If you getting money nigga your bread
Rock my Pelle P L.E.D.
them Bogus Boys? They with me
I fuck with till I OD'
69, Deuce, Marshalville I mean Murderville
G, gave me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to kill
She from the Chi, but she shy
She ain't never met a nigga who 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 more Chi Town than Ye' (Chi Town Ye')
I'm on the low end with my Par K (With my nigga Par K)
And he A GD, but free Bump J
4Ch but I'm like Barksdale in Shark Tale
OG a car sale
spins, you do cartwheels
Lil under a lil dirt

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