Luyện nghe bài hát Chest To Chest

Chorus: L O X chest to chest back to
Glock for mac for mac
Dope and crack is what we sling do you talk about
Player around and catch a slug in ya mouth!
Verse One:
It's a shame he can rhyme nigga loves
late night he outside with the nine
You ain't got chips fuck the
You got chips you can fuck the next girl
harsh but they been ripped apart my world
Where thugs can rule, and crack was cool
off hundred-packs, brought stacks to school
No diploma, weed aroma, nigga coma
Know the in the class see my ass on the corner
You ate shit 'till y'all tasted life
Had my mom Jay don't waste your life
But me and my ace is tight base at night
Lace your nights, you see jet
I'll meet you on the in the park doin' sets
And when dark again, we'll let the nine's spark again
Y'all know the dogs, niggaz stay out the fog
And it's war we ain't tryin to call on the Lord
I'll hit 'em like the board when I 'em with my sword
You what you hear so nigga, press record
From here on out we tryin to be ignored
LOX shit that makes niggaz mop shit
You pop shit, nigga, pop clips!
Verse Style Paniro
Too many is shaky, life is shaky
I act like this 'cause they make me, probably me
Nigga, I'm in the look me up
Express art my heart, baby, cook me up
I'm the crack in your deck
I'm the burner on your that'll leave the place wet
I'm the money in the that'll pay the case debt
I'm the jewels on your neck that'll make these dime give head
I'm the blunt in the morning you take to the head
I'm that car you snatched when you first got bread
I'm that spot that you got when you was runnin' the Feds
I'm the heart of the page of book that you read
I'm the that absorbed all that shit that you bled
Styles, and mentally
Goin' for the gold 'cause I paid the
You ain't a of me, y'all ain't seen the enemy
Thinking of bending me but I'm on the
I fly back in, I hope you're packing
Coming to tear y'all niggaz in

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

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