Luyện nghe bài hát Chi-Raq To LA

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Know some Hoover niggas that's to ride
For a homicide, when its time
Niggas that they MCs
Can't get touched, well it's hammer
Who the is Lil Durk?
I dust you like ash and
flow wack, my flow crack
Got marble floors, your crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, niggas broke, need ankle wraps
Don't ride around in LA, if you ain't on the jet with the strap
My niggas 52 Orange
orange coupes, Ciroc orange
Trel said fuck all you, my OG out soon
H rat, out ScHool
boy Q, my dog
a real one, I owe you
Shot at niggas when you heard the news
If your daughter ever need something, hesitate I got you
Posted up on at the House Of Blues like it's all cool
Might get in Vegas too
call Mally he with Big U
I might be in Bel Air, still got niggas in the
20 Million, LK real, Yeezus in that SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil Jets G5's
CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby Nitty
My Maybach 2 chickens
you ain't got one? talk my language
I'm king on yo bitch
and we in the gym
Tryna be a End up like Flip in "Above The Rim"
You too like Smeagol
I'm swatting the
I'll put you under the earth now it's a garden on your
You stain teenagers
barely on hundos
I'll you like the slave you are, all my whips mayo
You from Illinois? bring the noise
You ain't platinum? talk to me
nominated? Don't talk to me
20 Don't talk to me
It's to this shit boy
you basement, Don't to me
You want the I'll take your name and that weak bitch you fall asleep with!

Ain't got no for this rap shit
Blood Money, Cash
Ain't got no time for this rap
Money, Blood Money
Ain't got no time for this rap
rap money, drug
I'm nigga, straightjacket!
Yo Trel let a hit him with a ratchet
Big U let a nigga get matches
torch the building this La Familia
Pull up and spin a backwards
Light it up, smoke a nigga like a
(Gotta DMX)
through with my dogs
That chopper going walls
This shit? That's me shit
Pull up bangin' that Meek
That monster truck up side of that Benz?

(Niggas ain't nothin')
Choppers at yo whip, nigga!
(Niggas ain't nothin')
Cash Money, Family like Tip, nigga!
(Niggas ain't nothin')
through, few Bloods, few Crips, nigga!
(Niggas saying nothin')
T I got you, don't trip, nigga!

First off lemme go on 40 Glocc
Talk about my kids on
must wanna get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie like I pulled out a on him
make me resurrect Pac again!
You like Kendrick and Top and them
Have a nigga running to the cops again
It's all Gucci Mane, Flock and them (green Light)
That go nigga
if you ever see this ho nigga, on mamas it's a (green Light)
where my nigga died to Riverside
even your niggas it's a (green Light)
Better run through the red
fuck around and be a one
(Jump in the of beef, 'cause I don't like no one)
(Step behind these and I don't write not one)
(Niggas bumping they lips but don't like no guns)
(Just close your and that light gon' come)
I don't fuck with no new
they like to sue, no woo
hit me like "Durk dissing"
Dirk Nowitzki? who nigga?
heard of these niggas
Some of the nerve of these
Don't me put on burgundy nigga
Let the AK I'm these niggas
Yo T raw, to murder these niggas
Black suburban these
I'm taking bitches, I'm taking
yeah I'm Young these niggas

Ain't start making guns they made you nigga
no Jayhawk but I'll K you nigga
And I know Hoovers, I know 60s, I know Westside Pirus, down to die too
in on them 50s
I got niggas on and the Southside of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing like Jay Cutler
Fuck this, what's
Niggas talking all fuck shit, tough shit
Put a nigga on like
I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil
I know Lil Herb, I Lil Keef
I Lil Boosie, that nigga free like this ass whooping
Come with me, I got hands, I got bands
Got damn I am what I am .45 Go with no jam
Bring a Vietnam, let's go ham
runnin' out of ham, let's go spam
Nigga dip through your set like Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, with no
This is a DM with no
through the Chi, ain't ever seen Oprah
Hit a 300 with my nigga Sosa
Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Four
Nigga get love, I talkin' 'bout The Notebook
Niggas got killers out here, west side, feel us out here
Like Weasel and Chicago, realest out
Old man and the capitol hill is out
? on the low end
all my BD niggas the dope in
And BdD twins locked up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, hold head
If you getting money nigga hold bread
Rock my Pelle P L.E.D.
them Boys? They Fuck with me
I fuck with stones I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, Marshalville I mean
Yellow G, gave me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to
She the Chi, but she ain't shy
She never met a nigga who can't die
I'm so Southside I'm so
I'm so Westside, "Ain't I?"
Got more niggas in the Chi Jay (Chi than Jay)
I might be more Chi Town Ye' (Chi Town than Ye')
I'm on the low end with my nigga Par K (With my Par K)
And he A GD, but it's Bump J
4Ch but I'm like Barksdale in this Shark
OG like a car
Chopper spins, you do
Lil under a lil dirt

(And nobody you)
Dis ain't they want!
(Nobody you)
(Bitch I thought that was song!)
(I'm to show you)
You caught yourself a Little L dog
(Man knows you)
You heard of Lil Durk? Nigga, nah!