Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq Vs NY

They never thought it would happen rappin' stuff
Was facing cases because I got with gats and stuff
My haters thought I wouldn't elevate that trappin' stuff
And fuck twelve they want me in the back with cuffs
God knows my that's why I never ask for much
I work for mine I swear I never had good
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 hop's pump
Don't pass I'm clutch I'm Maximus
About my bills when I spit like I'm Daffy
Expose the truth then turn and tell your pastor,
They beef until I give 'em what they askin' for
They 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
That's big when we slide and we don't pass the puck
The only time they want smoke is when you pass the
We on your lawn with them like your grass gettin' cut
I blast, I bust, you die you just got whacked and
Your bitch in
She say she me bad as fuck
The was good
Deep throat like a and stuff
She gagged and
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 stackin' up
If you ain't mastering the of your cash, you'll flunk
I'm FGE, them Titans to clash with us
I'm in my bag don't ever think I'm packin' up
Way before the rappin' bitch I was trappin' I used to bands
I got to that bag from the floor like a dustpan
How is there so creativity up in one man?
Giving kids food for their thoughts I like a lunch man
Niggas spent last on a pair of shoes with a jumpman
Feeling like a mill he walk, he must be a Bucks fan
And I'm no longer stuffing in the duffle, son
I stay on you 'cause I to see you smile and I love you
If you don't add to the big you won't value the puzzle
Please your kids that life is awesome
allow 'em to struggle
And if they spend more than they
Then they won't the hustle
If you nip shit in the bud and push then how you the muscle
Huh? Boss shit, call up my and tell 'em tell fam
Hop out, put strap to his head like he Quailman
the hammers used and then pay him after they nail fam
What you know killers comin' 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 like a
We comin' 'round that bitch blowing at you than fan blades
See, I just wanna see every one of my mans
Mama in the mansion relaxing, don't need a thing
Drinkin' with her feet up under the damn shade
Niggas didn't wanna believe me them bands came
Knowing when I go in I'm known to go on a
Madness written all over they faces like Man shades
It's like, ever I got my bag right (woo!)
All these bitches wanna act
It's money bitches I'm pimpin' 'em like a Cadillac
Bitches know I'm lit yeah I got 'em drippin' candle wax
'bout the top, reachin' for my belt like a ladder match
He say he want smoke plus his bitch on my pipe, I had to
Rap god, baby, my lyrics could cataracts
Arsonal said, niggas lucky that you don't battle rap
The fake be flippin' for that money just like an acrobat
The real gonna ride through them ups and downs
Like a back
One life in house
Ain't no second life where the at
the struggle I had to grind to get out my habitat
Orange and green by the pound
It's like Apple Jacks
Four hundred
I package that, clients back to back
Matter of fact, only you niggas get mad at facts
I put that on my sons it ain't really nothin' to you whacked
If Kris Kross, he can get 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 like the hugs from your cubs
When they they daddy back
My daughter mother strapped, .22 in that Gucci fanny
Plus I dropped a bag on her kicks, nigga that's sack
G-O-D my chauffeur he opened that door for us
Labels ain't us, ballin' like no one's holdin' us
Every line's potent that's why come get they dope from us
And is not a brothel, I promise you ain't no hoe in us
Big choppas, off tops, that's can openers
The bullets in my clip, yellin', pussy come get a of us
Teflon in my jacket, I'm with that ratchet
Put pawns in a casket, who to get it crackin'?
I'm a hundred like Wilt, your nigga he ain't built
If he act rowdy I'ma pipe her, then that nigga gettin'
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 going back like Rosa Parks
These other rappers don't to me like Noah's Ark