Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

You fuck around get
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked,
You around get smoked

[Verse 1: Meek
Uh, niggas know the rules in my hood, if you touch me, you get
We ain't with back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by when you in the Church
Momma stresses, selling platers, tryna get your casket, and get ya hearse
nigga that slid on us, got dropped on it, he told on us
Every nigga you see me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on us
Naw, nigga no 1 on 1's we don't fight fair, we roll on 'em
V-S stones and cuban linx, all that ice wear that gold on 'em
We ain't swinging no flag,
We ain't need no pass,
Glock 40 with a 30 and laser on it, play tag with us
Everybody wanna talk bricks 'till them feds, in and grab niggas
Dream chasers got into something, we don't bleak cause we trash niggas
I don't know if y'all heard my homie doing that 30 out
Buck still in the cut and stay fittin' to let Ernie out
I even gotta say nothin' 'bout that other homie that you heard about
Cause if he heard about the truth, run mouth
He come to your house and start out
me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank
Only time Manhattan when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank
Summertime in La Marina with Dominicans going in the
Pullin' up screamin' Dimelo catch you in Brooklyn, get rolled puss!

[Verse 2: Lil
(Yeah, Meek up? Bang!
Oh, man in Chiraq!)
Niggas say me and Sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one
Told L'A he 15 years, every crime we did we gon Keep It Secret
Can't Tweet Teiona cooperates nigga loookiń, so what I'm on I gotta Keep It
Death ace no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teiona I won't leak
Gripped the 30 cashed out, if you caught stripping, then you assed out
I'm the nigga that my city asked about while you in the cut steady (?)
the judge, let 9 out, hairpin trigger, let 9 out
Four birds in the trap
4 wings at Harold's with fries in mild sauce
Everytime a nigga rap beef, get up in a couple weeks
IG comments and a couple tweets, location on we can go and
Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia with my Meek
Pop a wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on my nigga, Flee
Heard sneak dissing on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not right
Tyga only got one name but that ain't got one stripe
He backpack, so easy to get the nigga smacked
Ask Marly to get his shit back
In Chiraq, don't here
You ain't from Don't come here!
Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't this
No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, just him
30 punch like
to the rap flow, hot shit
Fuck, raffle, got bricks
city I go, got sticks
Pockets Wells Fargo, no
Say I'm on chop now, no
You can never say I, wife
I don't even like
I just shit
One shit
Out here killas and thuggers
New York bullet to my brothers
A-T-L me go and Thugger
We gonna up in public
And they gotta urge to
Chiraq, look at the murder
500 bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on first 48

[Verse 3: Shy
We red bottoms and Phillip Lim
Everybody trynna get a of him
Bad bitches, they be at
I knock 'em like bowling pins
snatch me, I don't know them
Real nigga, on 4 and
Young Jefe, Knew Slim
Hangin' out the tank Slow and them
take a trip to D.C
a lot of Me and GG
I'm the big dog
I'm off
Like Mambo on a 3 Piece
"Glizzy, Why you D.C.?"
"Who said I D.C.?"
ya bitch to my CD
She lemme her like Mimi
A nigga playin', it's out
Oo, got me iced out
low, cause the mice out
You get fly when the Mikes out
till it get nice out
Tell Chino bring the out
Got 50 guns in my trap
You better off fucking the White House
I'm the realest in the fucking world
I got plenty money, I got plenty
Got the Villa for the week, got freaks
And all wanna go for a fucking swirl
[?] marble
23, treat her like my girl
357, bitch just twirl
him catch our shit like Fitzgerald