Luyện nghe bài hát Chi-Raq To LA

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Know some Hoover niggas down to ride
For a homicide, when its time
Niggas thinkin' they MCs
Can't get touched, it's hammer time
Who the is Lil Durk?
I you like ash and purp
Your wack, my flow crack
Got marble floors, floors crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, niggas broke, need ankle wraps
Don't around in LA, if you ain't come on the jet with the strap
My 52 Orange roofs
orange coupes, orange juice
Trel said fuck all you, my OG out soon
H rat, shout out
boy Q, my dog
a real one, I owe you
Shot at them niggas you heard the news
If your daughter ever need something, don't I got you
Posted up on sunset at the House Of Blues like it's all
get trapped in Vegas too
call Mall he with Big U
I might be in Bel Air, got niggas in the field
20 Million, LK real, with Yeezus in SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil Jets just
Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby
My cost 2 chickens
you ain't got one? talk my language
I'm shitting on yo bitch
and we in the gym
Tryna be a baller? End up Flip in "Above The Rim"
You too like Smeagol
I'm swatting the
I'll put you under the now it's a garden on your tombstone
You shit stain
barely teething on
I'll hold you like the slave you are, all my mayo
You Illinois? I'll bring the noise
You ain't Don't talk to me
Grammy Don't talk to me
20 Don't talk to me
levels to this shit boy
you basement, talk to me
You want the fame? I'll your name and that weak bitch you fall asleep with!

Ain't got no time for this rap
Money, Cash Money
Ain't got no for this rap shit
Money, Blood Money
Ain't got no time for rap shit
rap money, money
I'm nigga, straightjacket!
Yo Trel let a nigga hit him with a
Big U let a nigga get matches
I'ma torch the building this La
Pull up and spin a nigga
Light it up, smoke a nigga like a
(Gotta DMX)
Coming with my dogs
That chopper going through
This shit? That's me shit
up bangin' that Meek shit
That monster truck pull up side of Benz?

(Niggas saying nothin')
aimed at yo whip, nigga!
(Niggas ain't nothin')
Money, Family Hustle like Tip, nigga!
(Niggas saying nothin')
through, few Bloods, few Crips, nigga!
(Niggas ain't nothin')
T I got you, don't trip, nigga!

First off go on 40 Glocc again
about my kids on Instagram?
Nigga must wanna get his ass again!
Tell a lie I pulled out a Glock on him
Don't me resurrect Pac again!
You ScHoolboy Kendrick and Top and them
Have a bitch nigga to the cops again
It's all Gucci Mane, Waka Flock and (green Light)
mean go nigga
if you see this ho nigga, on mamas nigga it's a (green Light)
From where my nigga to Riverside
even your niggas know a (green Light)
Better run the red ones
fuck around and be a one
(Jump in the middle of beef, I don't like no one)
(Step behind these and I don't write not one)
(Niggas bumping they lips but they don't no guns)
(Just close your eyes and that gon' come)
I don't fuck no new niggas
they to sue, no woo nigga
Tyga hit me "Durk dissing"
Nowitzki? Dirk who nigga?
Never of these niggas
Some of the nerve of niggas
make me put on burgundy nigga
Let the AK I'm serving these
Yo T raw, time to murder these
Black suburban niggas
I'm taking bitches, I'm chains
I'm Young Bergin' these niggas

Ain't start making guns when made you nigga
Ain't no Jayhawk but I'll K you
And I know Hoovers, I know 60s, I know Westside Pirus, niggas to die too
Move in on 50s
I got niggas on west and the of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing bullets Jay Cutler
Fuck this, this?
Niggas talking all that fuck shit, tough
Put a nigga on Trukfit
I know Lil Wayne, I Lil Reese
I know Lil Herb, I know Lil
I know Lil Boosie, that nigga free this ass whooping
Come with me, I got hands, I got bands
Got damn I am I am .45 Go blam with no jam
Bring a nigga Vietnam, go ham
Niggas runnin' out of ham, let's go
Nigga dip your set like Killa Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, no fans
This is a DM with no
Ridin' through the Chi, ever seen Oprah
Hit a 300 my little nigga Sosa
Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Four
get love, I ain't talkin' 'bout The Notebook
Niggas got out here, west side, they feel us out here
Like and Chicago, realest out here
Old man and the hill is out here
? on the low end
all my BD bring the dope in
And BdD twins up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, hold your head
If you getting money nigga hold bread
Rock my Pelle P L.E.D.
Bogus Boys? They Fuck with me
I fuck stones till I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, Marshalville I mean
G, gave me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to kill
She the Chi, but she ain't shy
She ain't never met a nigga who die
I'm so I'm so Northside
I'm so Westside, "Ain't I?"
Got niggas in the Chi than Jay (Chi than Jay)
I might be more Chi Town Ye' (Chi Town than Ye')
I'm on the low end with my nigga Par K (With my Par K)
And he A GD, but it's Bump J
4Ch but I'm like in this Shark Tale
OG like a car
spins, you do cartwheels
Lil under a lil dirt

(And knows you)
Dis ain't what want!
(Nobody you)
(Bitch I thought that was song!)
(I'm to show you)
You done yourself a Little L dog
(Man knows you)
You heard of Lil Durk? Nigga, nah!