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 drama
Niggas thinkin' that MCs
get touched, well it's hammer time
Who the fuck is Lil
I you like ash and purp
Your wack, my flow crack
Got marble floors, floors crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, these broke, need ankle wraps
ride around in LA, if you ain't come on the jet with the strap
My niggas 52 roofs
orange coupes, Ciroc orange
Trel said all you, my OG Chimp out soon
H rat, out ScHool
boy Q, my dog
a real one, I owe you
Shot at them niggas when you heard the
If your ever need something, don't hesitate I got you
Posted up on sunset at the Of Blues like it's all cool
get trapped in Vegas too
call Mall he with Big U
I be in Bel Air, still got niggas in the field
20 Million, LK real, Yeezus in that SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil Jets just
CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby Nitty
My Maybach cost 2
you ain't got one? Don't talk my
I'm king shitting on yo
and we in the gym
Tryna be a baller? End up Flip in "Above The Rim"
You too small Smeagol
I'm swatting the
I'll put you under the earth now it's a on your tombstone
You stain teenagers
barely teething on
I'll hold you the slave you are, all my whips mayo
You from Illinois? I'll bring the
You platinum? Don't talk to me
Grammy Don't talk to me
20 Don't talk to me
It's to this shit boy
you basement, talk to me
You want the fame? I'll take your name and that bitch you fall asleep with!

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

(Niggas ain't nothin')
aimed at yo whip, nigga!
(Niggas ain't nothin')
Cash Money, Hustle like Tip, nigga!
(Niggas saying nothin')
through, few Bloods, few Crips, nigga!
(Niggas saying nothin')
T Raw? I got you, trip, nigga!

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

Ain't start making guns when they made you
Ain't no but I'll K you nigga
And I know Hoovers, I 60s, I know Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too
in on them 50s
I got niggas on west and the of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing bullets Jay Cutler
Fuck this, this?
Niggas talking all that fuck shit, shit
Put a on like Trukfit
I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil
I Lil Herb, I know Lil Keef
I know Lil Boosie, that free like this ass whooping
fuck 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
Niggas runnin' out of ham, let's go
Nigga dip through your set Killa Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, no fans
is a DM with no gram
Ridin' through the Chi, ain't seen Oprah
Hit a 300 with my little Sosa
paper bag, sippin' on a Four Loko
Nigga get love, I talkin' 'bout The Notebook
Niggas got killers out here, west side, feel us out here
Like Weasel and Chicago, out here
Old man and the hill is out here
? on the low end
all my BD niggas the dope in
And BdD locked up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, hold your head
If you getting money nigga hold your
Rock my Pelle P L.E.D.
them Bogus Boys? Fuck with me
I fuck stones till I OD'
69, Deuce, Marshalville I mean Murderville
Yellow G, gave me a bitch off of Ave I use her to kill
She the Chi, but she ain't shy
She never met a nigga who can't die
I'm so I'm so Northside
I'm so Westside, "Ain't I?"
Got niggas in the Chi than Jay (Chi than Jay)
I might be more Chi than 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 free J
4Ch but I'm like Barksdale in this Shark
OG like a car
Chopper spins, you do
Lil Durk a lil dirt

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