Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq Vs NY

They never thought it happen this rappin' stuff
Was facing cases I got caught with gats and stuff
My haters thought I wouldn't elevate from that stuff
And fuck twelve they want me 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 was rough, my moms was high my dad was drunk
baggin' up, I used to feed my mattress bucks
Rap god a.k.a. hip asthma pump
Don't pass I'm clutch I'm gladiator
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 askin' for
They ratchet Bruce Wayne the way we maskin' up
We ride with straps you niggas fasten up
I the pump in my whip like I'm gassin' up
That's big sticks we slide and we don't pass the puck
The only time they want smoke is when you the blunt
We on your lawn with them like your grass gettin' cut
I blast, I bust, you die you just got whacked and
Your in heat
She say she want me bad as
The was good
throat like a giraffe and stuff
She gagged and
Bitch damn near made me crash my
The ass was pumped, I did my thing I smashed, I
And you ain't if you spendin' more than stackin' up
If you mastering the math of your cash, you'll flunk
I'm FGE, them Titans scared to with us
I'm in my bag bitch don't ever I'm packin' up
Way the rappin' bitch I was trappin' I used to touch bands
I got to that bag from the floor like a dustpan
How is there so much up in one man?
Giving kids food for thoughts I feel like a lunch man
Niggas spent their on a pair of shoes with a jumpman
Feeling like a mill when he walk, he must be a fan
And I'm no longer pounds in the duffle, son
I stay on you 'cause I to see you smile and I love you
If you add to the big picture you won't value the puzzle
teach your kids that life is awesome
Sometimes allow 'em to
And if they spend more than they
Then won't value the hustle
If you nip shit in the bud and push then how you the muscle
Huh? Boss shit, 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 after nail fam
you know about killers comin' dressed as a mailman
My homie told me I don't think they ready, fam
I bet he drop when I roll up on him like the jelly, fam
We cuttin' I put that on my just like a band-aid
We comin' 'round that bitch blowing at you than fan blades
See, I just wanna see every one of my paid
Mama in the mansion relaxing, don't need a thing
Drinkin' lemonade with her up under the damn shade
Niggas wanna believe me until them bands came
Knowing when I go in I'm known to go on a
Madness written all over they like Macho Man shades
It's like, ever I got my bag right (woo!)
All these bitches act nice
It's money over I'm pimpin' '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 smoke plus his on my pipe, I had to crack
Rap god, baby, my lyrics could cataracts
just said, niggas lucky that you don't battle rap
The fake be flippin' sides for that just like an acrobat
The real ones ride through them ups and downs
Like a back
One in God's house
Ain't no life where the attic at
From the struggle I had to grind to get out my
Orange and green by the pound
It's looking like Jacks
hundred forty-eight
When I package that, clients to back
Matter of fact, you pussy niggas get mad at facts
I put that on my sons it ain't really nothin' to you whacked
If Kross, he can get thirty up out they Daddy Mac
That's thirty for you haters, I'm shooting tell 'em come
Pictures with my kids in my cribs ain't no need to caption
Ain't nothin' like the hugs from your
When they know they back
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 chauffeur he opened that damned for us
Labels ain't controllin' us, ballin' like no holdin' us
Every line's potent that's why come get they dope from us
And this is not a brothel, I promise you no hoe in us
Big choppas, takin' off tops, that's can
The bullets in my clip, yellin', pussy get a load of us
in my jacket, I'm Spawn with that ratchet
Put pawns in a casket, who wants to get it
I'm a hundred Wilt, tell your nigga he ain't built
If he act rowdy I'ma her, then that nigga gettin' killed
Skrrt off up in traffic bitch I'm smooth silk
Left him wet and came out that .40 cal wasn't milk
Know your part, go home if you goin' hard
The coldest art ripping rappers' souls apart
Came from the bottom I ain't going back like Parks
These other rappers compare to me like Noah's Ark