Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq Vs NY

They never thought it would happen this stuff
Was facing cases because I got caught with gats and
My haters thought I wouldn't from that trappin' stuff
And fuck they want me back in the back with cuffs
God knows my needs that's why I never ask for
I work for mine I swear I had good luck
My past was rough, my was high my dad was drunk
Start baggin' up, I used to feed my mattress
Rap god a.k.a. hip asthma pump
Don't pass I'm clutch I'm Maximus
About my bills when I like I'm Daffy Duck
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 you niggas better fasten up
I the pump in my whip like I'm gassin' up
That's big when we slide and we don't pass the puck
The only time they smoke is when you pass the blunt
We on your lawn them choppas like your grass gettin' cut
I blast, I bust, you die you just got and touched
Your in heat
She say she me bad as fuck
The head was
throat like a giraffe and stuff
She and sucked
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 than up
If you ain't mastering the 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 trappin' I to touch bands
I got to bag from the floor just like a dustpan
How is there so much up in one man?
Giving kids food for their thoughts I feel like a man
Niggas spent their last on a pair of with a jumpman
Feeling like a mill he walk, he must be a Bucks fan
And I'm no stuffing pounds 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 won't the puzzle
Please teach your that life is awesome
Sometimes 'em to struggle
And if they spend more than they
they won't value the hustle
If you can't nip shit in the bud and push then how you the
Huh? Boss shit, call up my hitters and '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 I roll up on him just like the jelly, fam
We cuttin' I put on my blood just like a band-aid
We comin' 'round that bitch blowing at you faster than fan
See, I wanna see every one of my mans paid
Mama in the mansion relaxing, need a damn thing
Drinkin' lemonade with her feet up under the damn
Niggas didn't wanna believe me until them bands
Knowing I go in I'm known to go on a rampage
Madness written all over they faces Macho Man shades
It's like, ever since I got my bag (woo!)
All these wanna act nice
It's money over I'm pimpin' 'em like a Cadillac
Bitches know I'm lit yeah I got 'em drippin' candle wax
Thinkin' 'bout the top, reachin' for my belt like a ladder
He say he want smoke his bitch on my pipe, I had to crack
Rap god, baby, my lyrics cure cataracts
Arsonal just said, niggas lucky that you battle rap
The fake be flippin' for that money just like an acrobat
The real ones gonna 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 by the pound
It's looking Apple Jacks
hundred forty-eight
When I that, clients back to back
Matter of fact, only you pussy get mad at facts
I put that on my sons it really nothin' to have you whacked
If Kris Kross, he can get up out they Daddy Mac
That's thirty for you haters, I'm shooting 'em come hack-a-Shaq
Pictures with my kids in my cribs ain't no need to that
Ain't nothin' like the hugs from cubs
When they they daddy back
My daughter strapped, .22 in that Gucci fanny pack
Plus I dropped a bag on her kicks, nigga that's sack
my chauffeur he opened that damned door for us
Labels ain't controllin' us, like no one's holdin' us
Every line's potent that's why they come get dope from us
And this is not a brothel, I 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 with ratchet
Put pawns in a casket, who wants to get it
I'm a hundred like Wilt, your nigga he ain't built
If he act rowdy I'ma pipe her, then that gettin' killed
Skrrt off up in traffic bitch I'm smooth like
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 souls apart
Came from the bottom I ain't going back like Parks
These other rappers don't to me like Noah's Ark