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 Chain gang, right
Get low, the Roc in the building, nigga, holla
It's the motherfuckin' Roc, bitch, who hotter us? Okay, okay

Ayo, ever a young buck, I been on the come 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 round me
I go to war wit' niggaz 'round the corner from me
You could front 'round me, but I read that
Wit' the mili an' I talkin' 'bout no Segal mac

Niggaz, see, back, we can see to that
Hit yo front letters see through back, bring yo back
An' I used to grind out on my spot
'Til mom wanted my Tim bots

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

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 with one try
Tell 'em no lie, I be flo' all my life, dog

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

I'm shittin' for
against wood, underground king for real
Big when I lay, yeah, I'm livin' for real
Trust me, the guns come off the shelf whenever shit'll get

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

Yes, just picture me
The Smith an' stay goin', put a hole in yo' chest
just another hustle paper gettin' made an' fold
Get mad, you street niggaz made it

I five, he know the ride, heavily loaded
Deliver pies like cake, go straight through yo payment
Yup, chump, you really wanna war
With the State Prop clique, if ya clique us, squad up

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

The rap version of Mandela, my bluff
We still the street dwellers, my pain
I a verse an' split a clip in the rain
A foolproof when the force open you up

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

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

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

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