Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

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

1: Meek Mill]
Uh, niggas know the rules in my hood, if you me, you get murked
We ain't with that and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when you in the
stresses, selling dinner platers, tryna get your casket, and get ya hearse
Last nigga that slid on us, got dropped on it, he on us
nigga you see with me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on us
Naw, nigga no 1 on 1's we fight fair, we just roll on 'em
V-S stones and cuban linx, all that ice wear with that on 'em
We swinging no flag, nigga
We need no pass, nigga
Glock 40 with a 30 clip and on it, play tag with us
Everybody wanna talk 'till them feds, swoop in and grab niggas
Dream chasers got into something, we don't never bleak cause we trash
I don't know if y'all heard about my doing that 30 out
Dean still in the cut and stay fittin' to let Ernie out
I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'bout that other that you heard about
Cause if he heard the truth, run your mouth
He come to your house and start out
Catch me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the
Only time this Manhattan when I'm in the or I'm in the bank
Summertime in La Marina Dominicans going in the paint
Pullin' up Dimelo catch you in Brooklyn, get pita rolled puss!

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

3: Shy Glizzy]
We red bottoms and Phillip Lim
trynna get a hold of him
Bad bitches, be at Benny's
I knock 'em down bowling pins
snatch me, I don't know them
Real nigga, on 4 and
Young Jefe, Soulja Slim
Hangin' out the tank with and them
Come take a to D.C
a lot of Me and GG
I'm the big dog
I'm off
Like Mambo Sauce on a 3
"Glizzy, Why you D.C.?"
"Who said I D.C.?"
ya bitch to my CD
She lemme record her like
A playin', it's lights out
Oo, Shyne got me out
Stay low, cause the out
You only get fly the Mikes out
Wait it get nice out
Tell Chino bring the out
Got 50 in my trap house
You better off fucking with the White
I'm the realest youngin' in the fucking
I got plenty money, I got plenty
Got the Villa for the week, got fifteen
And they all wanna go for a fucking
[?] marble
23, treat her like my girl
357, that bitch just
Make him catch our like Fitzgerald