Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq Vs NY

They thought it would happen this rappin' stuff
Was facing cases I got caught with gats and stuff
My haters I wouldn't elevate from that trappin' stuff
And fuck twelve they want me back in the 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 moms was my dad was drunk
Start up, I used to feed my mattress bucks
Rap god a.k.a. hip hop's asthma
pass I'm clutch I'm gladiator Maximus
About my bills when I spit like I'm Daffy
Expose the truth turn and tell your pastor, church
They want beef until I give 'em what they for
They ratchet tucked Bruce Wayne the way we up
We ride with straps you better fasten up
I the pump in my whip 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 like your gettin' cut
I blast, I bust, you die you just got whacked and
Your in heat
She say she want me bad as
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 if you spendin' more than stackin' up
If you ain't the math of your cash, you'll flunk
I'm FGE, them Titans scared to with us
I'm in my bag bitch ever think I'm packin' up
Way before the rappin' bitch I was trappin' I to touch bands
I got to that bag the floor just like a dustpan
How is there so much creativity up in one
Giving kids food for their I feel like a lunch man
Niggas spent their last on a pair of 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 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
Sometimes 'em to struggle
And if spend more than they stack
Then they won't the hustle
If you can't nip shit in the bud and push then how you the
Huh? Boss shit, call up my and tell 'em tell fam
Hop out, put strap to his head like he Quailman
Replace the hammers used and then pay him after they fam
What you 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 than fan blades
See, I just wanna see every one of my paid
in the mansion relaxing, don't need a damn thing
Drinkin' lemonade with her up under the damn shade
Niggas didn't believe me until them bands came
Knowing when I go in I'm 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 these bitches act nice
It's money over bitches I'm pimpin' 'em like a
Bitches know I'm lit yeah I got 'em like candle wax
Thinkin' the top, reachin' 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 lyrics could cure
Arsonal just said, lucky that you don't battle rap
The be flippin' sides for that money just like an acrobat
The real ones gonna ride through ups and downs
Like a camel's
One life in house
Ain't no life where the attic at
From the I had to grind to get out my habitat
Orange and buds by the pound
It's like Apple Jacks
Four hundred
When I package that, clients back to
Matter of fact, only you pussy niggas get mad at
I put that on my sons it ain't nothin' to have you whacked
If Kris Kross, he can get thirty up out they 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 need to caption
Ain't nothin' like the from your cubs
When they know they back
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 chauffeur he opened that damned for us
Labels ain't controllin' us, 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, takin' off tops, can openers
The bullets in my clip, yellin', pussy get a load of us
Teflon in my jacket, I'm with that ratchet
Put in a casket, who wants to get it crackin'?
I'm a like Wilt, tell your nigga he ain't built
If he act rowdy pipe her, then that nigga gettin' killed
Skrrt off up in traffic bitch I'm like silk
Left him wet and came out that .40 cal wasn't milk
Know your part, go if you ain't goin' hard
The coldest art that's rappers' souls apart
Came from the bottom I ain't going like Rosa Parks
These other rappers don't compare to me Noah's Ark