Luyện nghe bài hát Art and Life

Yeah, Young Chris, M Eez, my nigga Free
The boy, Twista, holla, my on the track, okay
Up an' comin', State Prop gang, that's right
Get low, it's the Roc in the building, nigga,
It's the motherfuckin' Roc, bitch, who than us? Okay, okay

Ayo, ever since a young buck, I been on the up
Known to the raw, dish the law if they come up
An' cheddar 'till the sun up, if there's a
An' the law get involved, then we get it summed up

Never put ya gun up, ya come me
I go to war wit' niggaz the corner from 'round me
You could front 'round me, but I read that
Wit' the an' I ain't talkin' 'bout no Segal mac

Niggaz, see, shoot back, we can see to
Hit yo front see through back, bring yo peoples back
An' I used to grind out on my spot
'Til he's mom my Tim bots

Now my paint got me
Or trans-quo all the world, like I was signed to Pimp dot
An' if it's ten an' I got ten shots
I'm tryin' to leave at least nine out of them ten

I got my on my money, money on my mind
But some say it's a gift, I don't but I rhyme
I complete songs just one try
'em it's no lie, I be flo' all my life, dog

I never think, already there
I ways to say it, so you motherfuckers hear it
An' when you hear it, you feel it, you it's real
So this is how I live it, how pictured for real, nigga

I'm for real
Diamonds wood, underground king for real
Big crib I lay, yeah, I'm livin' for real
Trust me, the guns come off the shelf shit'll get real

an' extended clips, that's what I'm hittin' wit'
Dummies in the black rhinos, yeah, be killin' shit
Masked up, kidnap shit, how my niggaz get
Chi town, NYC, how my niggaz get

Yes, just me rollin'
The Smith an' Wesson'll stay goin', put a in yo' chest
It's just another hustle gettin' made an' fold
Get mad, you street niggaz made it

I swoop five, he know the ride, heavily
Deliver pies like cake, they go straight yo payment
Yup, chump, you don't really war
With the State Prop clique, if ya clique shot us, up

S.P. game so tough
The fo' fo' in the 5th tucked ya'll can't
turned rapper, get a camcorder, film my life
Still accomplished, tryin' to fill they

The rap of Mandela, call my bluff
We still the street dwellers, feel my
I spit a verse an' a clip in the rain
A foolproof the full force open you up

Twista rock you, you don't want the thug apostle to pop you
Hostile when I you, turnin' everything colossal to fossils
I speak street gospel, all they life I words an' paint portraits
For real niggaz that hold down they fortress an' off of porches

Hit 'em in the body wit' the powerful forces, that'll end all doubt
you clean up your house, bag up an ounce
Hit the dance an' bounce
We blessed the talent, fuck wit this clique, it ain't gon' be easy
'Cause you fuckin' Twist if you fuck wit Chris
Bleek an' Wheezy

So an' breath easy or the scutches my future in 3D
I like wars, I'm from a full of Vice Lords an' GDs
Breeds an' Souls, two sixes, Kings, an' Stones
Spanish cobras an' all the true soldiers, survive an' I'm

Watch me if for the killers an' hustlers
all the pounds an' bricks
Hate on me, I'ma bust at you an' I put eleven down wit' a clip
Niggaz servin' fiftys an' hundreds, I see you an' I'm on yo tip
Twista an' East Coast regime, it's that Chi Roc shit