Luyện nghe bài hát Chi-Raq To LA

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Know some Hoover niggas that's down to
For a homicide, when its time
Niggas thinkin' that MCs
get touched, well it's hammer time
Who the fuck is Lil
I you like ash and purp
Your flow wack, my crack
Got marble floors, your crack
Got rap shit, traps, these niggas broke, need ankle wraps
Don't ride in LA, if you ain't come on the jet with the strap
My niggas 52 roofs
orange coupes, Ciroc juice
Trel said fuck all you, my OG out soon
H rat, shout out
boy Q, my dog
You're a one, I owe you
Shot at them niggas when you the news
If your ever need something, don't hesitate I got you
up on sunset at the House Of Blues like it's all cool
Might get trapped in too
call Mall he with Big U
I might be in Bel Air, still got in the field
20 Million, LK real, with in that SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil just G5's
Free CB, H Rat, Lil and baby Nitty
My Maybach cost 2
you got one? Don't talk my language
I'm king shitting on yo
and we in the gym
Tryna be a End up like Flip in "Above The Rim"
You too small like
I'm swatting the
I'll put you under the earth now it's a on your tombstone
You shit teenagers
barely on hundos
I'll hold you like the slave you are, all my mayo
You from I'll bring the noise
You platinum? Don't talk to me
Grammy Don't talk to me
20 Million? Don't to me
levels to this shit boy
you basement, Don't to me
You want the fame? I'll take your name and that weak you fall asleep with!

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

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

First off go on 40 Glocc again
about my kids on Instagram?
Nigga must get his ass socked again!
a lie like I pulled out a Glock on him
Don't make me Pac again!
You ScHoolboy Kendrick and Top and them
a bitch nigga running to the cops again
It's all Mane, Waka Flock and them (green Light)
mean go nigga
if you see this ho nigga, on mamas nigga it's a (green Light)
where my nigga died to Riverside
even your niggas it's a (green Light)
Better run through the red
around and be a dead one
(Jump in the middle of beef, 'cause I don't no one)
(Step behind these and I don't write not one)
(Niggas bumping lips but they don't like no guns)
(Just close your eyes and light 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
Don't make me put on nigga
Let the AK I'm these niggas
Yo T raw, time to murder niggas
Black suburban these
I'm taking bitches, I'm chains
yeah I'm Bergin' these niggas

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

(And nobody you)
Dis what they want!
(Nobody you)
(Bitch I thought that was song!)
(I'm bout to you)
You done caught a Little L dog
(Man nobody you)
You heard of Lil Durk? Nigga, nah!