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

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

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

put ya gun up, ya come round me
I go to war wit' niggaz the corner from 'round me
You could front me, but I read through that
Wit' the mili an' I talkin' 'bout no Segal mac

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

Now my got me discounts
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 least nine out of ten shot

I got my mind on my money, money on my
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 think, it's already there
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 live it, how pictured for real, nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

Twista will you, you don't want the thug apostle to pop you
Hostile when I drop you, turnin' everything colossal to
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
Make you clean up house, bag up an ounce
Hit the dance an' bounce
We blessed wit' the talent, wit this clique, it ain't gon' be easy
you fuckin' wit' Twist if you fuck wit Chris
Bleek an' Free

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

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