Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq Vs NY

They never thought it happen this rappin' stuff
Was facing cases because I got caught gats and stuff
My haters thought I wouldn't from that trappin' stuff
And fuck twelve they want me back in the back cuffs
God knows my needs why I never ask for much
I for mine I swear I never had good luck
My was rough, my moms was high my dad was drunk
Start baggin' up, I used to feed my bucks
Rap god a.k.a. hip asthma 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 'em what they askin' for
They ratchet tucked Bruce the way we maskin' up
We ride with straps you better fasten up
I keep the pump in my like I'm gassin' up
big sticks when we slide and we don't pass the puck
The only they want smoke is when you pass the blunt
We on lawn with them choppas like your grass gettin' cut
I blast, I bust, you die you got whacked and touched
Your bitch in
She say she want me bad as
The was good
Deep throat like a and stuff
She gagged and
Bitch damn made me crash my truck
The ass was pumped, I did my I smashed, I fucked
And you ain't winning if you more than 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 don't think I'm packin' up
Way before the rappin' I was trappin' I used to touch bands
I got to that bag the floor just like a dustpan
How is so much creativity up in one man?
kids food for their thoughts I feel like a lunch man
Niggas their last on a pair of shoes with a jumpman
Feeling like a 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 value the puzzle
Please teach your kids that is awesome
Sometimes 'em to struggle
And if they spend more than stack
Then they won't the hustle
If you can't nip in the bud and push then how you the muscle
Huh? Boss shit, up my hitters and tell 'em tell fam
Hop out, put strap to his head like he Quailman
Replace the hammers and then pay him after they nail fam
What you know about killers comin' as a mailman
My told me I really don't think they ready, fam
I bet he drop when I up on him just like the jelly, fam
We cuttin' I put that on my just like a band-aid
We comin' 'round that bitch blowing at you faster than fan
See, I just wanna see every one of my mans
Mama in the mansion relaxing, don't a damn thing
Drinkin' lemonade with her up under the damn shade
Niggas didn't wanna believe me them bands came
Knowing when I go in I'm 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 these wanna act nice
It's money over bitches I'm pimpin' 'em like a
Bitches know I'm lit yeah I got 'em drippin' candle 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 cure cataracts
just said, niggas lucky that you don't battle rap
The fake be flippin' sides for that money just like an
The real ones ride through them ups and downs
a camel's back
One life in God's
Ain't no life where the attic at
From the I had to grind to get out my habitat
and green buds by the pound
It's looking like Jacks
Four forty-eight
When I that, clients back to back
Matter of fact, you pussy niggas get mad at facts
I put that on my sons it ain't really to have you whacked
If Kris Kross, he can get thirty up out they Mac
That's thirty for you haters, I'm shooting tell 'em come
Pictures with my in my cribs ain't no need to caption that
nothin' like the hugs from your cubs
When know they daddy back
My daughter mother strapped, .22 in that Gucci pack
Plus I a bag on her kicks, nigga that's hacky sack
G-O-D my chauffeur he opened that door for us
Labels ain't controllin' us, ballin' like no holdin' 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 come get a of us
Teflon in my jacket, I'm Spawn with ratchet
Put pawns in a casket, who to get it crackin'?
I'm a like 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 like silk
Left him wet and what came out .40 cal wasn't milk
Know your part, go home if you goin' hard
The art that's ripping rappers' souls apart
Came from the I ain't going back like Rosa Parks
These other don't compare to me like Noah's Ark