Luyện nghe bài hát Chest To Chest

Chorus: L O X chest to chest to back
Glock for mac for mac
Dope and crack is what we sling do things you about
fuck around and catch a slug in ya mouth!
Verse One:
It's a shame he can nigga loves crime
Every late he outside with the nine
You ain't got fuck the world
You got chips you can fuck the mans girl
Sounds harsh but they been ripped apart my
thugs can rule, and selling crack was cool
Knocked off hundred-packs, brought stacks to
No diploma, weed aroma, nigga half
the tricks in the class see my ass on the corner
You ain't ate 'till y'all tasted life
Had my mom saying Jay waste your life
But me and my ace is tight moving at night
Lace nights, you see Narc's jet
I'll meet you on the corner in the park sets
And when it's dark again, let the nine's spark again
Y'all know the dogs, niggaz movin out the fog
And when it's war we ain't tryin to call on the
I'll hit 'em like the board when I split 'em my sword
You fear you hear so nigga, press record
From on out we ain't tryin to be ignored
LOX shit that makes niggaz mop shit
You pop shit, nigga, pop clips!
Two: Style Paniro
Too many is shaky, life is shaky
I act like this 'cause they make me, hate me
Nigga, I'm in the look me up
Express art from my heart, baby, me up
I'm the crack in your deck
I'm the burner on your waist leave the place wet
I'm the in the safe that'll pay the case debt
I'm the on your neck that'll make these dime bitches give head
I'm the blunt three in the morning you take to the
I'm that car that you snatched when you first got
I'm that spot that you got when you was runnin' from the
I'm the heart of the page of that book that you
I'm the ground that absorbed all that shit you bled
Styles, physically and
Goin' for the gold 'cause I paid the
You ain't a friend of me, y'all seen the enemy
of bending me but I'm on the Kennedy
When I fly back in, I you're packing
Coming to y'all niggaz in fractions

Seen the we battling all laws
Verse Three: Luchion
Y'all must wanna die fucking wit' Sheek Luchi
This here is the roof we droppin' off banzai
Goodbye, see you in your afterlife
You come back as a pussy and I fuck you
Respect come not from teks, it comes from niggaz who checks
To get y'all little out of big debts
With paper, I'm sure that will never see me sweat
in my linen when I'm spinning with whip up
Pass niggaz and watch they faces frown like a pit
The shit that we crush niggaz sniff into their
to move
Gleaming they looking for change
But ain't no dollars down there it's sack fuckin' with you
No bounce we hit you where the good lord split you
Hustle to you kidding me, you know the difference in the cash

For years too niggaz must have been dumb
Where we from, been hustling drums
Making sneaker money working for crumbs, pullin' in
If time don't why should we you light your spliff
You work come on I got an assignment to give
This year I need 97 gats, 97
to God this year I'm gonna fuck 97 stars
And if I come short, it ain't no off my shoulder
I'm waiting for this bitch to get a little older
What LOX niggaz, DJ Clue, 'till the death