Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq Vs NY

They never thought it would happen this stuff
Was facing cases because I got caught with gats and
My thought I wouldn't elevate from that trappin' stuff
And fuck twelve want me back in the back with cuffs
God knows my that's why I never ask for much
I work for mine I swear I had good luck
My past was rough, my moms was my dad was drunk
baggin' up, I used to feed my mattress bucks
Rap god a.k.a. hip hop's pump
Don't pass I'm clutch I'm gladiator
About my when I spit like I'm Daffy Duck
Expose the truth then turn and your pastor, church
They want beef until I give 'em they askin' for
They ratchet tucked Bruce Wayne the way we up
We with straps you niggas better fasten up
I keep the pump in my whip like I'm up
That's big sticks when we slide and we pass the puck
The only time they want is when you pass the blunt
We on lawn with them choppas like your grass gettin' cut
I blast, I bust, you die you just got whacked and
Your in heat
She say she me bad as fuck
The head was
Deep throat a giraffe and stuff
She and sucked
Bitch damn near me crash my truck
The ass was pumped, I did my I smashed, I fucked
And you ain't winning if you spendin' more stackin' up
If you ain't mastering the math of cash, you'll flunk
I'm FGE, them Titans scared to clash us
I'm in my bag don't ever think I'm packin' up
Way before the rappin' bitch I was trappin' I used to touch
I got to that bag the floor just like a dustpan
How is there so much up in one man?
Giving kids food for their thoughts I feel a lunch man
Niggas spent last on a pair of shoes with a jumpman
like a mill when he walk, he must be a Bucks fan
And I'm no longer stuffing in the duffle, son
I on you 'cause I care to see you smile and I love you
If you don't add to the big picture you won't value the
Please teach your kids life is awesome
Sometimes 'em to struggle
And if they spend more they stack
Then they won't the hustle
If you can't nip shit in the bud and push then how you the
Huh? Boss shit, call up my hitters and 'em tell fam
Hop out, put that strap to his like he Quailman
Replace the hammers used and pay him after they nail fam
What you know about comin' dressed as a mailman
My homie told me I don't think they ready, fam
I bet he drop when I up on him just like the jelly, fam
We cuttin' I put on my blood just like a band-aid
We comin' 'round that bitch at you faster than fan blades
See, I just wanna see one of my mans paid
Mama in the mansion relaxing, need a damn thing
Drinkin' with her feet up under the damn shade
Niggas didn't wanna believe me until bands came
when I go in I'm known to go on a rampage
Madness written all over they faces like Macho Man
It's like, since I got my bag right (woo!)
All these bitches act nice
It's money over bitches I'm 'em like a Cadillac
Bitches I'm lit yeah I got 'em drippin' like candle wax
'bout the top, reachin' for my belt like a ladder match
He say he want plus his bitch on my pipe, I had to crack
Rap god, baby, my lyrics cure cataracts
Arsonal just said, niggas lucky that you don't rap
The fake be sides for that money just like an acrobat
The real ones gonna through them ups and downs
Like a back
One life in house
Ain't no second life where the at
From the I had to grind to get out my habitat
and green buds by the pound
It's looking like Apple
Four forty-eight
When I package that, clients back to
of fact, only you pussy niggas get mad at facts
I put that on my sons it ain't really nothin' to have you
If Kris Kross, he can get up out they Daddy Mac
That's thirty for you haters, I'm tell 'em come hack-a-Shaq
Pictures with my kids in my cribs ain't no need to caption
Ain't nothin' like the from your cubs
When they know they back
My daughter mother strapped, .22 in that fanny pack
Plus I dropped a bag on her kicks, nigga hacky sack
G-O-D my chauffeur he opened that damned for us
Labels ain't controllin' us, ballin' like no one's us
Every line's potent that's why they come get they from us
And this is not a brothel, I promise you no hoe in us
Big choppas, takin' off tops, can openers
The bullets in my clip, yellin', pussy get a load of us
Teflon in my jacket, I'm Spawn that ratchet
Put in a casket, who wants to get it crackin'?
I'm a hundred like Wilt, your nigga he ain't built
If he act rowdy I'ma pipe her, then nigga gettin' killed
Skrrt off up in traffic bitch I'm like silk
Left him wet and what out that .40 cal wasn't milk
Know your part, go if you ain't goin' hard
The coldest art that's ripping rappers' apart
Came from the bottom I going back like Rosa Parks
These rappers don't compare to me like Noah's Ark