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 thought I wouldn't elevate that trappin' stuff
And fuck twelve they want me in the back with cuffs
God my needs that's why I never ask for much
I work for mine I swear I never had luck
My past was rough, my was high my dad was drunk
Start baggin' up, I used to feed my bucks
Rap god a.k.a. hip hop's pump
Don't pass I'm clutch I'm Maximus
About my when I spit like I'm Daffy Duck
the truth then turn and tell your pastor, church
They want beef until I 'em what they askin' for
They tucked Bruce Wayne the way we maskin' up
We with 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 like your gettin' cut
I blast, I bust, you die you just got and touched
Your in heat
She say she want me bad as
The head was
Deep throat like a and stuff
She and sucked
damn near made 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 the math of your cash, you'll flunk
I'm FGE, Titans scared to clash 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 bag from the floor just like a dustpan
How is there so creativity up in one man?
Giving kids food for their thoughts I feel like a man
Niggas their last on a pair of shoes 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 I care to see you smile and I love you
If you don't add to the big picture you won't value the
teach your kids that life is awesome
Sometimes 'em to struggle
And if they spend more they stack
Then they won't value the
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 head he Quailman
Replace the hammers used and 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 when I roll up on him just the jelly, fam
We cuttin' I put that on my just like a band-aid
We comin' 'round that bitch blowing at you faster fan blades
See, I just wanna see one of my mans paid
in the mansion relaxing, don't need a damn thing
Drinkin' lemonade with her up under the damn shade
Niggas didn't wanna believe me until them bands
Knowing when I go in I'm known to go on a
Madness written all over faces like Macho Man shades
like, ever since I got my bag right (woo!)
All bitches wanna act nice
It's money over bitches I'm 'em like a Cadillac
Bitches know I'm lit yeah I got 'em drippin' like wax
Thinkin' 'bout the top, 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, niggas lucky you don't battle rap
The fake be sides for that money just like an acrobat
The ones gonna ride through them ups and downs
Like a back
One life in house
Ain't no second life where the at
From the struggle I had to grind to get out my
and green buds by the pound
It's looking like Jacks
Four hundred
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 nothin' to have you whacked
If Kross, he can get thirty up out they Daddy Mac
That's for you haters, I'm shooting tell 'em come hack-a-Shaq
Pictures with my in my cribs ain't no need to caption that
Ain't nothin' the hugs from your cubs
When know 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 damned for us
ain't controllin' us, ballin' like no one's holdin' us
Every line's potent that's why they come get they 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 bullets in my clip, yellin', pussy get a load of us
Teflon in my jacket, I'm Spawn with ratchet
Put in a casket, who wants to get it crackin'?
I'm a hundred like Wilt, your nigga he ain't built
If he act rowdy I'ma her, then that nigga gettin' killed
Skrrt off up in traffic bitch I'm like silk
Left him wet and what came out that .40 cal wasn't
Know your part, go if you ain't goin' hard
The coldest art ripping rappers' souls apart
Came from the bottom I going back like Rosa Parks
These other rappers don't to me like Noah's Ark