Luyện nghe bài hát Art & Life (Chi-Roc)

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

Ayo, since a young buck, I been on the come up
Known to dish the raw, dish the law if come up
An' cheddar 'till the sun up, if there's a
An' the law get involved, then we never get it up

put ya gun up, ya come round me
I go to war wit' 'round the corner from 'round me
You front 'round me, but I read through that
Wit' the an' I ain't talkin' 'bout no Segal mac

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

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

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

I never think, it's already
I find 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 it, how it's pictured for real, nigga

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

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

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

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

S.P. game so damn
The fo' fo' in the 5th tucked ya'll hang
turned rapper, get a camcorder, film my life
Still accomplished, tryin' to fill cups

The rap of Mandela, call my bluff
We the street dwellers, feel my pain
I spit a verse an' a clip in the rain
A foolproof when the full force 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 gospel, all they life I spit words an' paint portraits
For real niggaz that down they fortress an' serve off of porches

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

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

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