Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq Vs NY

They never it would happen this rappin' stuff
Was facing cases because I got caught gats and stuff
My haters thought I wouldn't elevate from that stuff
And fuck twelve they want me back in the with cuffs
God knows my needs why I never ask for much
I work for mine I I never had good luck
My past was rough, my was high my dad was drunk
Start up, I used to feed my mattress bucks
Rap god a.k.a. hip hop's pump
Don't I'm clutch I'm gladiator Maximus
About my bills when I spit I'm Daffy Duck
Expose the truth then turn and tell pastor, church
They beef until I give 'em what they askin' for
They ratchet Bruce Wayne the way we maskin' up
We ride with straps you niggas fasten up
I the pump in my whip like I'm gassin' up
That's big sticks when we slide and we don't pass the
The only time they want smoke is you pass the blunt
We on your lawn with them choppas your grass 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 a giraffe and stuff
She gagged and
damn near made me crash my truck
The ass was pumped, I did my thing I smashed, I
And you ain't winning if you more than stackin' up
If you ain't mastering the math of cash, you'll flunk
I'm FGE, Titans scared to clash with us
I'm in my bag bitch don't ever think I'm up
Way the rappin' bitch I was trappin' I used to touch bands
I got to bag from the floor just like a dustpan
How is there so much creativity up in one
Giving kids food for their thoughts I feel a lunch man
Niggas spent their last on a pair of shoes with a
like 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 'cause I care to see you smile and I you
If you don't add to the big picture you won't value the
Please teach your kids that life is
Sometimes allow 'em to
And if they spend more than they
they won't value the hustle
If you nip shit in the bud and push then how you the muscle
Boss shit, call up my hitters 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
you know about killers comin' dressed 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 I put that on my blood just like a band-aid
We comin' 'round that bitch at you faster than fan blades
See, I just wanna see one of my mans paid
Mama in the mansion relaxing, don't need a damn
Drinkin' lemonade with her 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 all over they faces like Macho Man shades
like, ever since I got my bag right (woo!)
All these bitches act nice
It's money over bitches I'm pimpin' 'em a Cadillac
Bitches know I'm lit yeah I got 'em drippin' like wax
Thinkin' 'bout the top, reachin' for my belt like a ladder
He say he want smoke plus his bitch on my pipe, I had to
Rap god, baby, my could cure cataracts
Arsonal just said, niggas that you don't battle rap
The fake be flippin' sides for money just like an acrobat
The ones gonna ride through them ups and downs
a camel's back
One life in God's
no second life where the attic at
From the I had to grind to get out my habitat
Orange and green by the pound
It's looking Apple Jacks
Four forty-eight
I package 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 Daddy Mac
That's thirty for you haters, I'm tell 'em come hack-a-Shaq
Pictures my kids in my cribs ain't no need to caption that
Ain't nothin' like the from your cubs
When they know they back
My daughter mother strapped, .22 in Gucci fanny pack
Plus I dropped a bag on her kicks, that's hacky sack
my chauffeur he opened that damned door for us
Labels ain't controllin' us, ballin' like no holdin' us
Every line's potent that's why they come get dope from us
And is not a brothel, I promise you ain't no hoe in us
Big choppas, takin' off tops, that's can
The bullets in my clip, yellin', pussy come get a of us
Teflon in my jacket, I'm Spawn with that
Put in a casket, who wants to get it crackin'?
I'm a hundred like Wilt, tell your he ain't built
If he act I'ma pipe her, then that nigga gettin' killed
Skrrt off up in traffic I'm smooth like silk
Left him wet and what came out that .40 cal wasn't
Know part, go home if you ain't goin' hard
The coldest art that's ripping rappers' apart
Came from the bottom I ain't going back like Parks
other rappers don't compare to me like Noah's Ark