Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq Vs NY

They never thought it would happen rappin' stuff
Was facing cases because I got caught with and stuff
My haters thought I wouldn't elevate from that stuff
And fuck twelve want me back in the back with cuffs
God knows my needs that's why I ask for much
I work for I swear I never had good luck
My past was rough, my moms was high my dad was
Start baggin' up, I used to feed my bucks
Rap god a.k.a. hip hop's pump
pass I'm clutch I'm gladiator Maximus
About my when I spit like I'm Daffy Duck
the truth then turn and tell your pastor, church
They want beef until I give 'em what they for
They ratchet tucked Wayne the way we maskin' up
We ride with you niggas better fasten up
I keep the pump in my whip I'm gassin' up
That's big sticks when we slide and we don't the puck
The only time they want smoke is when you the blunt
We on your lawn with them choppas like your gettin' cut
I blast, I bust, you die you just got and touched
Your in heat
She say she want me bad as
The head was
Deep throat like a and stuff
She and sucked
Bitch damn near made me 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 the math of your cash, you'll flunk
I'm FGE, them scared to clash with us
I'm in my bag bitch don't think I'm packin' up
Way before the rappin' bitch I was I used to touch bands
I got to that bag from the floor just a dustpan
How is so much creativity up in one man?
Giving kids food for their I feel like a lunch man
Niggas spent their on a pair of shoes with a jumpman
Feeling a mill when 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 life is awesome
Sometimes 'em to struggle
And if they spend more they stack
Then they won't value the
If you can't nip in the bud and push then how you the muscle
Boss shit, call up my hitters and tell 'em tell fam
Hop out, put that strap to his like he Quailman
Replace the hammers used and then pay him they nail fam
you know about killers comin' dressed as a mailman
My told me I really don't think they ready, fam
I bet he when I roll up on him just like the jelly, fam
We cuttin' I put that on my blood just like a
We comin' 'round bitch blowing at you faster than fan blades
See, I just wanna see one of my mans paid
in the mansion relaxing, don't need a damn thing
Drinkin' lemonade with her up under the damn shade
Niggas wanna believe me until them bands came
when I go in I'm known to go on a rampage
Madness written all over faces like Macho Man shades
like, ever since I got my bag right (woo!)
All these wanna act nice
money over bitches I'm pimpin' 'em like a Cadillac
Bitches I'm lit yeah I got 'em drippin' like candle wax
Thinkin' the top, reachin' for my belt like a ladder match
He say he smoke plus his bitch on my pipe, I had to crack
Rap god, baby, my lyrics could cataracts
Arsonal just said, niggas lucky you don't battle rap
The fake be flippin' sides for that money just like an
The real ones gonna ride through them ups and
Like a back
One life in God's
no second life where the attic at
From the I had to grind to get out my habitat
Orange and buds by the pound
It's looking like Jacks
Four hundred
When I package that, clients back to
Matter of fact, you pussy niggas get mad at facts
I put that on my sons it ain't really nothin' to have you
If Kross, he can get thirty up out they Daddy Mac
That's thirty for you haters, I'm shooting tell 'em hack-a-Shaq
Pictures with my kids in my ain't no need to caption that
Ain't nothin' like the from your cubs
When they know they daddy
My daughter mother strapped, .22 in that fanny pack
I dropped a bag on her kicks, nigga that's hacky sack
G-O-D my he opened that damned door for us
Labels ain't us, ballin' like no one's holdin' us
Every line's potent that's why they come get they from us
And is not a brothel, I promise you ain't no hoe in us
Big choppas, takin' off tops, that's can
The in my clip, yellin', pussy come 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, tell nigga he ain't built
If he act rowdy I'ma pipe her, then that nigga killed
Skrrt off up in traffic I'm smooth like silk
Left him wet and what came out .40 cal wasn't milk
Know your part, go home if you ain't goin'
The coldest art that's ripping rappers' apart
Came from the bottom I ain't back like Rosa Parks
These rappers don't compare to me like Noah's Ark