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

Yeah, Chris, M Eez, my nigga 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
It's the motherfuckin' Roc, bitch, who 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' 'till 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 'round me, but I read that
Wit' the mili an' I ain't talkin' no Segal mac

Niggaz, see, back, we can see to that
Hit yo letters see through back, bring yo peoples back
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 leave at least nine out of ten shot

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

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

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

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

Yes, picture me rollin'
The an' Wesson'll stay goin', put a hole in yo' chest
It's another hustle paper gettin' made an' fold
Get mad, you street finally 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 clique, if ya clique shot us, squad up

S.P. game so tough
The fo' fo' in the 5th tucked ya'll can't
Transporter 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, my pain
I a verse an' split a clip in the rain
A foolproof when the 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 spit an' paint portraits
For real niggaz that hold down fortress an' serve off of porches

Hit 'em in the body wit' the powerful forces, end all your doubt
Make you up your house, bag up an ounce
Hit the dance floor an'
We blessed wit' the talent, wit this clique, it ain't gon' be easy
'Cause you 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
Breeds an' Souls, two sixes, Kings, an' Stones
Spanish cobras an' all the soldiers, survive an' I'm gone

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