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
Niggas thinkin' they MCs
get touched, well it's hammer time
Who the is Lil Durk?
I dust you like ash and
Your flow wack, my crack
Got marble floors, your crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, these niggas broke, need ankle
Don't ride around in LA, if you ain't come on the jet the strap
My 52 Orange roofs
orange coupes, orange juice
Trel said fuck all you, my OG out soon
H rat, shout out
boy Q, my dog
You're a one, I owe you
at them niggas when you heard the news
If your daughter ever need something, hesitate I got you
Posted up on sunset at the Of Blues like it's all cool
Might get in Vegas too
call Mall he with Big U
I might be in Bel Air, still got niggas in the
20 Million, LK real, Yeezus in that SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil Jets just
Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby
My cost 2 chickens
you ain't got one? 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 the mosquito
I'll put you under the earth now it's a garden on your
You shit stain
barely teething on
I'll you like the slave you are, all my whips mayo
You from Illinois? bring the noise
You ain't platinum? Don't to me
Grammy nominated? talk to me
20 Million? Don't to me
levels to this shit boy
you basement, talk to me
You want the fame? I'll take your name and weak bitch you fall asleep with!

Ain't got no time for this rap
Blood Money, Money
Ain't got no time for rap shit
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 some
I'ma torch the this La Familia
Pull up and spin a backwards
Light it up, smoke a nigga a Backwood
(Gotta DMX)
Coming with my dogs
That chopper going walls
This shit? That's me shit
Pull up bangin' Meek shit
That monster truck up side of that Benz?

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

First off lemme go on 40 Glocc
Talk about my kids on
must wanna get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie like I pulled out a on him
Don't me resurrect Pac again!
You ScHoolboy Kendrick and Top and them
Have a nigga running to the cops again
It's all Mane, Waka Flock and them (green Light)
mean go nigga
if you ever see this ho nigga, on nigga it's a (green Light)
From my nigga died to Riverside
even niggas know it's a (green Light)
Better run through the red
fuck around and be a one
(Jump in the middle of beef, 'cause I don't no one)
(Step behind these bars and I write not one)
(Niggas they lips but they don't like no guns)
(Just close your eyes and that light come)
I don't fuck with no new
they like to sue, no woo
Tyga hit me "Durk dissing"
Dirk Dirk who nigga?
heard of these niggas
Some of the nerve of niggas
make me put on burgundy nigga
Let the AK I'm serving niggas
Yo T raw, to murder these niggas
Black these niggas
I'm taking bitches, I'm chains
yeah I'm Bergin' these niggas

Ain't start making when they made you nigga
Ain't no Jayhawk but K you nigga
And I know Hoovers, I know 60s, I know Pirus, niggas down to die too
in on them 50s
I got niggas on west and the of Chi too
up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing bullets like Jay Cutler
Fuck this, this?
talking all that fuck shit, tough shit
Put a nigga on like
I know Lil Wayne, I Lil Reese
I know Lil Herb, I Lil Keef
I know Lil Boosie, that nigga free like this ass
Come fuck 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 runnin' out of ham, go spam
Nigga dip through your set like Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, no fans
This is a DM with no
Ridin' through the Chi, ain't ever Oprah
Hit a 300 with my nigga Sosa
Brown bag, sippin' on a Four Loko
Nigga get love, I ain't talkin' 'bout The
Niggas got killers out here, west side, feel us out here
Weasel and Chicago, realest out here
Old man and the capitol hill is out
? on the low end
all my BD niggas 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 Boys? They Fuck me
I fuck with stones I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, I mean Murderville
Yellow G, me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to kill
She from the Chi, but she 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 Jay (Chi than Jay)
I might be more Chi Town than Ye' (Chi Town Ye')
I'm on the low end my nigga Par K (With my nigga Par K)
And he A GD, but free 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 was Future's song!)
(I'm to show you)
You done yourself a Little L dog
(Man nobody you)
You heard of Lil Durk? Nigga, nah!