Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq Vs NY

They thought it would happen this rappin' stuff
Was facing cases because I got caught gats and stuff
My haters thought I wouldn't elevate from that trappin'
And fuck twelve they 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 never had luck
My past was rough, my moms was high my dad was
Start baggin' up, I to feed my mattress bucks
Rap god a.k.a. hip hop's pump
pass I'm clutch I'm gladiator Maximus
About my bills when I spit like I'm Daffy
Expose the truth then turn and tell your pastor,
They want beef until I give 'em what they for
They ratchet Bruce Wayne the way we maskin' up
We ride 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 don't the puck
The only they want smoke is when you pass the blunt
We on your with them choppas like your grass gettin' cut
I blast, I bust, you die you got whacked and touched
bitch in heat
She say she me bad as fuck
The head was
Deep throat like a giraffe and
She gagged and
Bitch damn near made me my truck
The ass was pumped, I did my thing I smashed, I
And you ain't winning if you spendin' more stackin' up
If you ain't mastering the of your cash, you'll flunk
I'm FGE, them Titans scared to clash us
I'm in my bag bitch ever think I'm packin' up
Way before the rappin' bitch I was trappin' I to touch bands
I got to that bag from the floor just like a
How is there so much creativity up in one
kids food for their thoughts I feel like a lunch man
Niggas spent their last on a of shoes with a jumpman
Feeling like a mill he walk, he must be a Bucks fan
And I'm no longer pounds in the duffle, son
I stay on you 'cause I care to see you and I love you
If you don't add to the big you won't value the puzzle
Please teach your kids that life is
Sometimes allow 'em to
And if they spend than they stack
Then they won't the hustle
If you can't nip shit in the bud and push how you the muscle
Huh? Boss shit, up my hitters and tell 'em tell fam
Hop out, put that strap to his head like he
Replace the used and then pay him after they nail fam
you know about killers comin' dressed as a mailman
My homie told me I really don't they ready, fam
I bet he when I roll up on him just like the jelly, fam
We I put that on my blood just like a band-aid
We 'round that bitch blowing at you faster than fan blades
See, I just wanna see every one of my paid
Mama in the mansion relaxing, need a damn thing
Drinkin' lemonade with her feet up the damn shade
Niggas didn't wanna me until them bands came
Knowing when I go in I'm known to go on a
Madness all over they faces like Macho Man shades
It's like, since I got my bag right (woo!)
All these bitches wanna act
money over bitches I'm pimpin' 'em like a Cadillac
Bitches know I'm lit yeah I got 'em drippin' like wax
Thinkin' 'bout the top, for my belt like a ladder match
He say he want smoke his bitch on my pipe, I had to crack
Rap god, baby, my lyrics could cure
Arsonal just said, niggas lucky that you battle rap
The fake be flippin' sides for that money like an acrobat
The ones gonna ride through them ups and downs
Like a camel's
One life in house
no second life where the attic at
From the I had to grind to get out my habitat
Orange and green by the pound
It's looking like Jacks
Four forty-eight
I package that, clients back to back
Matter of fact, you pussy niggas get mad at facts
I put that on my sons it really nothin' to have you whacked
If Kross, he can get thirty up out they Daddy Mac
thirty for you haters, I'm shooting tell 'em come hack-a-Shaq
Pictures with my kids in my cribs no need to caption that
Ain't nothin' like the hugs from cubs
they know they daddy back
My mother strapped, .22 in that Gucci fanny pack
Plus I dropped a bag on her kicks, nigga that's hacky
G-O-D my chauffeur he opened that door for us
Labels controllin' us, ballin' like no one's holdin' us
line's potent that's why they come get they dope from us
And this is not a brothel, I you ain't no hoe in us
Big choppas, takin' off tops, can openers
The in my clip, yellin', pussy come get a load of us
Teflon in my jacket, I'm Spawn with that
Put in a casket, who wants to get it crackin'?
I'm a like Wilt, tell your nigga he ain't built
If he act rowdy pipe her, then that nigga gettin' killed
Skrrt off up in traffic bitch I'm like silk
Left him wet and what came out that .40 cal wasn't
Know your part, go home if you ain't hard
The art that's ripping rappers' souls apart
Came from the I ain't going back like Rosa Parks
These other rappers don't compare to me Noah's Ark