Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

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

1: Meek Mill]
Uh, know the rules in my hood, if you touch 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 platers, tryna get your casket, and get ya hearse
Last that slid on us, got dropped 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 fight fair, we just on 'em
V-S stones and cuban linx, all that ice wear with gold on 'em
We ain't swinging no flag,
We ain't need no pass,
40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us
Everybody wanna talk bricks 'till them feds, swoop in and grab
Dream got into something, we don't never bleak cause we trash niggas
I don't know if y'all about my homie doing that 30 out
Dean still in the cut and stay fittin' to let Ernie out
I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'bout that homie that you heard about
Cause if he heard about the truth, run mouth
He come to your house and swervin' out
Catch me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the
Only time this Manhattan when I'm in the booth or I'm in the
Summertime in La Marina with Dominicans going in the
Pullin' up Dimelo catch you in Brooklyn, get pita rolled puss!

[Verse 2: Lil
(Yeah, what up? Bang!
Oh, man in Chiraq!)
Niggas say me and Sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one
L'A he take 15 years, every crime we did we gon Keep It Secret
Can't Tweet cooperates nigga loookiń, so what I'm on I gotta Keep It Secret
Death ace no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teiona that I leak
the 30 just cashed out, if you caught stripping, then you assed out
I'm the same nigga that my city asked about while you in the cut (?)
Fuck the judge, let 9 out, trigger, let 9 out
birds in the trap like
4 wings at with fries covered in mild sauce
Everytime a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a weeks
IG comments and a couple tweets, location on we can go and
Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia my nigga Meek
Pop a wheelie in I got the 30 on with my nigga, Flee
Heard sneak dissing on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not right
only got one name but that nigga ain't got one stripe
He backpack, so easy to get the shit smacked
Ask Marly Marl to get his back
In Chiraq, don't come
You ain't from Don't come here!
Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't this
No Chop, that .40 bangs, just like him
30 punch Tyson
Back to the rap flow, hot
Fuck, raffle, got bricks
Every city I go, got
Pockets Wells Fargo, no
Say I'm on now, no shit
You can never say I, wife
I even like shit
I just shit
One night
Out here with and thuggers
New York slow bullet to my
me go and Young Thugger
We gonna up in public
And they gotta to take
Chiraq, at the murder rate
500 dead bodies, better go and get 'fore you be on first 48

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