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 I wouldn't elevate from that trappin' stuff
And fuck they want me back in the back with cuffs
God my needs that's why I never ask for much
I work for mine I I never had good luck
My past was rough, my moms was high my dad was
Start baggin' up, I used to 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 your pastor, church
They want beef until I give 'em what they for
ratchet tucked Bruce 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
big sticks when 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 head was
Deep throat like a giraffe and
She gagged and
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 than up
If you ain't mastering the math of cash, you'll flunk
I'm FGE, them scared to clash with us
I'm in my bag don't ever think I'm packin' up
Way before the rappin' I was trappin' I used to touch bands
I got to bag from the floor just like a dustpan
How is so much creativity up in one man?
Giving kids for their thoughts I feel like a lunch man
Niggas spent their last on a pair of shoes with a
Feeling a mill when he walk, he must be a Bucks fan
And I'm no stuffing 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
Please teach kids that life is awesome
Sometimes allow 'em to
And if they spend more than they
Then won't value the hustle
If you can't nip shit in the bud and push how you the muscle
Huh? shit, call up my hitters and tell 'em tell fam
Hop out, put that strap to his head like he
the hammers used and then pay him after they nail fam
What you know about killers dressed as a mailman
My homie told me I really think they ready, fam
I bet he drop I roll up on him just like the jelly, fam
We cuttin' I put that on my blood just a band-aid
We comin' 'round that blowing at you faster than fan blades
See, I just see every one of my mans paid
Mama in the mansion relaxing, don't need a damn
lemonade with her feet up under the damn shade
Niggas didn't wanna believe me until them bands
Knowing I go in I'm known to go on a rampage
written all over they faces like Macho Man shades
It's like, since I got my bag right (woo!)
All bitches wanna act nice
It's money bitches I'm pimpin' 'em like a Cadillac
Bitches I'm lit yeah I got 'em drippin' like candle wax
Thinkin' 'bout the top, 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 could cure cataracts
Arsonal just said, niggas lucky that you battle rap
The fake be flippin' sides for that just like an acrobat
The ones gonna ride through them ups and downs
Like a camel's
One life in house
Ain't no second life where the at
From the struggle I had to grind to get out my
Orange and green buds by the
It's like Apple Jacks
hundred forty-eight
When I package that, back to back
Matter of fact, only you pussy 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 for you haters, I'm shooting tell 'em come hack-a-Shaq
Pictures with my kids in my cribs ain't no to caption that
nothin' like the hugs from your cubs
When they know they daddy
My daughter mother strapped, .22 in Gucci fanny pack
Plus I dropped a bag on her kicks, nigga that's hacky
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 that's why they come get they dope from us
And is not a brothel, I promise you ain't 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 with that
Put pawns in a casket, who to get it crackin'?
I'm a hundred like Wilt, tell your nigga he ain't
If he act rowdy I'ma pipe her, then that nigga gettin'
Skrrt off up in bitch I'm smooth like silk
Left him wet and what came out that .40 cal wasn't
your part, go home if you ain't goin' hard
The coldest art that's ripping souls apart
Came the bottom I ain't going back like Rosa Parks
These other rappers don't compare to me like Ark