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' that MCs
Can't get touched, well it's time
Who the is Lil Durk?
I dust you like ash and
Your wack, my flow crack
Got marble floors, your crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, these broke, need ankle wraps
Don't ride around in LA, if you ain't come on the jet the strap
My niggas 52 roofs
orange coupes, Ciroc orange
Trel said all you, my OG Chimp out soon
H rat, shout out
boy Q, my dog
You're a one, I owe you
Shot at them niggas when you heard the
If daughter ever need something, don't hesitate I got you
Posted up on sunset at the House Of Blues like all cool
Might get in Vegas too
call Mally Mall he Big U
I be in Bel Air, still got niggas in the field
20 Million, LK real, with in that SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil Jets just
Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby
My Maybach cost 2
you got one? Don't talk my language
I'm shitting on yo bitch
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 now it's a garden on your tombstone
You shit stain
barely teething on
hold you like the slave you are, all my whips mayo
You from Illinois? bring the noise
You ain't platinum? talk to me
Grammy nominated? Don't to me
20 Million? Don't to me
levels to this shit boy
you basement, Don't to me
You want the fame? take your name and that weak bitch you fall asleep with!

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

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

off lemme go on 40 Glocc again
Talk about my kids on
Nigga must get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie like I pulled out a on him
Don't make me Pac again!
You ScHoolboy Kendrick and Top and them
Have a bitch running to the cops again
It's all Mane, Waka Flock and them (green Light)
That go nigga
if you ever see this ho nigga, on nigga it's a (green Light)
From my nigga died to Riverside
even your know it's a (green Light)
Better run through the red
around and be a dead one
(Jump in the middle of beef, 'cause I like no one)
(Step behind these and I don't write not one)
(Niggas bumping they but they don't like no guns)
(Just close eyes and that light gon' come)
I fuck with no new niggas
like to sue, no woo nigga
Tyga hit me "Durk dissing"
Dirk Dirk who nigga?
heard of these niggas
Some of the nerve of these
Don't make me put on burgundy
Let the AK I'm serving these
Yo T raw, time to murder these
Black suburban these
I'm taking bitches, I'm chains
yeah I'm Young Bergin' niggas

Ain't start making guns when made you nigga
Ain't no but I'll K you nigga
And I know Hoovers, I know 60s, I know Pirus, niggas down to die too
Move in on 50s
I got niggas on and the Southside of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing bullets like Jay
Fuck this, what's
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 free like this ass whooping
Come fuck 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, go spam
dip through your set like Killa Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, no fans
This is a DM no gram
Ridin' the Chi, ain't ever seen Oprah
Hit a 300 with my little Sosa
Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Four
Nigga get love, I talkin' 'bout The Notebook
Niggas got killers out here, west side, they feel us out
Like Weasel and Chicago, out here
Old man and the capitol is out here
? on the low end
all my BD bring the dope in
And BdD twins locked up in the and my nigga Bump J, hold your head
If you getting money hold your bread
Rock my Pelle P L.E.D.
them Boys? They Fuck with me
I fuck with stones I OD'
69, Deuce, Marshalville I mean Murderville
Yellow G, gave me a off of Damen Ave I use her to kill
She the Chi, but she ain't shy
She ain't met a nigga who can't die
I'm so I'm so Northside
I'm so Westside, "Ain't I?"
Got more niggas in the Chi 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 free Bump J
4Ch but I'm like Barksdale in this Shark
OG a car sale
Chopper spins, you do
Lil under a lil dirt

(And nobody you)
Dis ain't what want!
(Nobody you)
(Bitch I thought was Future's song!)
(I'm bout to you)
You done yourself a Little L dog
(Man nobody you)
You heard of Lil Nigga, hell nah!