Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq Vs NY

They never thought it would happen this 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 back in the back cuffs
God knows my needs why I never ask for much
I work for mine I swear I never had good
My was rough, my moms was high my dad was drunk
Start baggin' up, I to feed my mattress bucks
Rap god a.k.a. hip hop's asthma
Don't pass I'm I'm gladiator Maximus
About my bills I spit like I'm Daffy Duck
Expose the truth then and tell your pastor, church
They want beef until I give 'em they askin' for
They ratchet tucked Wayne the way we maskin' up
We ride straps you niggas better fasten up
I keep the pump in my like I'm gassin' up
That's big sticks when we and we don't pass the puck
The only time they want smoke is when you the blunt
We on your lawn with them choppas your grass gettin' cut
I blast, I bust, you die you just got and touched
Your bitch in
She say she me bad as fuck
The was good
Deep throat a giraffe and stuff
She and sucked
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' 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 ever think I'm up
Way before the rappin' bitch I was I used to touch bands
I got to that bag the floor just like a dustpan
How is there so much 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 a mill when he walk, he must be a Bucks fan
And I'm no longer stuffing in the duffle, son
I stay on you I care to see you smile and I love you
If you don't add to the big picture you won't value the
Please teach your kids life is awesome
Sometimes allow 'em to
And if they spend more than they
Then they won't value the
If you nip shit in the bud and push then how you the muscle
Huh? Boss shit, call up my hitters and tell 'em fam
Hop out, put that 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 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 I put that on my blood just like a band-aid
We comin' 'round bitch blowing at you faster than fan blades
See, I just wanna see one of my mans paid
Mama in the relaxing, don't need a damn thing
Drinkin' with her feet up under the damn shade
didn't wanna believe me until them bands came
Knowing I go in I'm known to go on a rampage
Madness written all over they faces like Man shades
It's like, ever since I got my bag (woo!)
All bitches wanna act nice
It's money over bitches I'm 'em like a Cadillac
Bitches know I'm lit I got 'em drippin' like candle wax
Thinkin' 'bout the top, reachin' for my belt like a match
He say he want smoke plus his bitch on my pipe, I had to
Rap god, baby, my could cure cataracts
Arsonal just said, lucky that you don't battle rap
The fake be flippin' sides for money just like an acrobat
The real ones ride through them ups and downs
a camel's back
One in God's house
Ain't no second where the attic at
From the struggle I had to grind to get out my
Orange and buds by the pound
It's like Apple Jacks
hundred forty-eight
When I package that, clients back to
Matter of fact, only you pussy niggas get mad at
I put that on my it ain't really nothin' to have you whacked
If Kris Kross, he can get thirty up out they Mac
That's thirty for you haters, I'm shooting 'em come hack-a-Shaq
Pictures with my kids in my ain't no need to caption that
nothin' like the hugs from your cubs
When they know they daddy
My daughter strapped, .22 in that Gucci fanny pack
Plus I dropped a bag on her kicks, that's hacky sack
G-O-D my he opened that damned door for us
Labels ain't us, ballin' like no one's holdin' us
Every line's that's why they come get they dope from us
And this is not a brothel, I promise you no hoe in us
Big choppas, takin' off tops, can openers
The in my clip, yellin', pussy come get a load of us
Teflon in my jacket, I'm 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 pipe her, that nigga gettin' killed
Skrrt off up in bitch I'm smooth like silk
him wet and what came out that .40 cal wasn't milk
Know your part, go if you ain't goin' hard
The coldest art that's ripping rappers' souls
Came from the bottom I ain't going back like Rosa
These other don't compare to me like Noah's Ark