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

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Know some Hoover niggas that's down to
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 wack, my flow crack
Got marble floors, your crack
Got rap shit, traps, these niggas broke, need ankle wraps
ride around in LA, if you ain't come on the jet with the strap
My niggas 52 roofs
orange coupes, Ciroc orange
Trel fuck all you, my OG Chimp out soon
H rat, shout out
boy Q, my dog
a real one, I owe you
Shot at them when you heard the news
If daughter ever need something, don't hesitate I got you
up on sunset at the House Of Blues like it's all cool
Might get in Vegas too
call Mally he with Big U
I be in Bel Air, still got niggas in the field
20 Million, LK real, with Yeezus in SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil just G5's
Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and Nitty
My Maybach 2 chickens
you ain't got one? talk my language
I'm shitting 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 now it's a garden on your tombstone
You stain teenagers
barely teething on
I'll hold you the slave you are, all my whips mayo
You from Illinois? I'll the noise
You ain't Don't talk to me
nominated? Don't talk to me
20 Don't talk to me
It's levels to this boy
you basement, talk to me
You want the fame? take your name and that weak bitch you fall asleep with!

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

(Niggas ain't nothin')
Choppers at yo whip, nigga!
(Niggas saying nothin')
Money, Family Hustle like Tip, nigga!
(Niggas ain't 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
about my kids on Instagram?
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
a bitch nigga running to the cops again
It's all Gucci Mane, Waka and them (green Light)
mean go nigga
if you see this ho nigga, on mamas 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 and be a dead one
(Jump in the middle of beef, I don't like no one)
(Step behind these bars and I don't not one)
(Niggas bumping lips but they don't like no guns)
(Just close your eyes and light gon' come)
I don't with no new niggas
they like to sue, no woo
hit me like "Durk dissing"
Dirk Nowitzki? Dirk who
Never of these niggas
of the nerve of these niggas
Don't make me put on nigga
Let the AK I'm these niggas
Yo T raw, to murder these niggas
Black suburban these
I'm taking bitches, I'm chains
yeah I'm Young Bergin' niggas

Ain't start making guns when made you nigga
Ain't no Jayhawk but I'll K you
And I know Hoovers, I 60s, I know Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too
Move in on 50s
I got niggas on and the Southside of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing bullets like Jay
Fuck this, this?
Niggas talking all that fuck shit, tough
Put a on like Trukfit
I Lil Wayne, I know Lil Reese
I know Lil Herb, I know Lil
I know Lil Boosie, that nigga free this ass whooping
fuck with me, I got hands, I got bands
Got I am what I am .45 Go blam with no jam
a nigga Vietnam, let's go ham
Niggas runnin' out of ham, go spam
Nigga dip through your set like Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, with no
This is a DM no gram
through the Chi, ain't ever seen Oprah
Hit a 300 with my little nigga
Brown paper bag, on a Four Loko
Nigga get love, I ain't talkin' The Notebook
Niggas got killers out here, side, they feel us out here
Like Weasel and Chicago, realest out
Old man and the capitol is out here
? on the low end
all my BD niggas bring the in
And BdD twins locked up in the feds and my Bump J, hold your head
If you getting nigga hold your bread
my Pelle P like L.E.D.
them Bogus Boys? They Fuck me
I fuck with stones I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, I mean Murderville
G, gave me a bitch 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 Town than Ye' (Chi than Ye')
I'm on the low end with my Par K (With my nigga Par K)
And he A GD, but it's free 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 ain't 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 Durk? Nigga, nah!