Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

You fuck get smoked
You fuck around, you around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga
You fuck around get

[Verse 1: Mill]
Uh, niggas know the rules in my hood, if you me, you get murked
We ain't that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday you in the Church
Momma stresses, selling dinner platers, tryna get your casket, and get ya
Last nigga that slid on us, got on it, he told on us
Every you see with me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on us
Naw, nigga no 1 on 1's we don't fair, we just roll on 'em
V-S stones and linx, all that ice wear with that gold on 'em
We ain't swinging no flag,
We need no pass, nigga
40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us
Everybody talk bricks 'till them feds, swoop in and grab niggas
Dream chasers got into something, we don't bleak cause we trash niggas
I don't if y'all heard about my homie doing that 30 out
Dean Buck still in the cut and stay fittin' to let out
I ain't even say nothin' 'bout that other homie that you heard about
if he heard about the truth, run your mouth
He to your house and start swervin' out
me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank
Only time this Manhattan when I'm in the or I'm in the bank
Summertime in La Marina Dominicans going in the paint
Pullin' up screamin' catch you in Brooklyn, get pita rolled puss!

[Verse 2: Lil
(Yeah, Meek up? Bang!
Oh, man in Chiraq!)
say me and Sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one keepin'
Told L'A he take 15 years, every crime we did we gon Keep It
Can't Tweet Teiona cooperates loookiń, so what I'm on I gotta Keep It Secret
Death ace no Stevie no Mimi, I promise that I won't leak
Gripped the 30 just out, if you caught stripping, then you assed out
I'm the same nigga that my city about while you in the cut steady (?)
the judge, let 9 out, hairpin trigger, let 9 out
Four in the trap like
4 wings at Harold's with fries covered in sauce
Everytime a nigga rap beef, get up in a couple weeks
IG comments and a tweets, location on we can go and meet
Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia with my nigga
Pop a wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on my nigga, Flee
Heard Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not
Tyga only got one name but that nigga got one stripe
He backpack, so easy to get the nigga shit
Ask Marly Marl to get his shit
In Chiraq, don't come
You ain't from Don't come here!
Cause snipin', bag on him if he don't like this
No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, just him
30 punch Tyson
Back to the rap flow, hot
Fuck, gotta raffle, got
Every city I go, got
Pockets Fargo, no bricks
Say I'm on now, no shit
You can say I, wife shit
I even like shit
I just shit
One night
Out here with and thuggers
New York slow bullet to my
A-T-L me go and Young
We gonna shoot up in
And gotta urge to take
Chiraq, look at the rate
500 dead bodies, go and get money 'fore you be on first 48

[Verse 3: Shy
We wear red and Phillip Lim
trynna get a hold of him
Bad bitches, they be at
I knock 'em down like pins
Feds me, I don't know them
Real nigga, on 4 and
Young Jefe, Knew Slim
Hangin' out the tank Slow and them
take a trip to D.C
a lot of Me and GG
I'm the big dog
I'm off
Like Sauce on a 3 Piece
"Glizzy, Why you D.C.?"
"Who said I D.C.?"
Fuck ya to my CD
She lemme her like Mimi
A nigga playin', it's out
Oo, Shyne got me out
Stay low, the mice out
You only get fly when the out
Wait it get nice out
Tell Chino the bikes out
Got 50 guns in my trap
You better off fucking the White House
I'm the realest in the fucking world
I got plenty money, I got plenty
Got the for the week, got fifteen freaks
And they all wanna go for a fucking
[?] peals
Glock 23, treat her my girl
357, that bitch twirl
Make him catch our shit like