Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

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

[Verse 1: Meek
Uh, know the rules in my hood, if you touch 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
Momma stresses, selling platers, tryna get your casket, and get ya hearse
Last nigga slid on us, got dropped on it, he told on us
Every nigga you see with me got ice on 'em, rolls on us
Naw, no 1 on 1's we don't fight fair, we just roll on 'em
V-S stones and cuban linx, all that ice with that gold on 'em
We swinging no flag, nigga
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, swoop in and niggas
Dream got into something, we don't never bleak cause we trash niggas
I don't know if y'all heard about my homie doing 30 out
Dean Buck still in the cut and stay fittin' to let out
I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'bout that other homie that you heard
Cause if he heard about the truth, run mouth
He to your house and start swervin' out
me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank
Only time this Manhattan when I'm in the booth or I'm in the
Summertime in La Marina with going in the paint
Pullin' up screamin' Dimelo you in Brooklyn, get pita rolled puss!

[Verse 2: Lil
(Yeah, what up? Bang!
Oh, man in Chiraq!)
say me and Sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one keepin'
Told L'A he take 15 years, crime 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 that I won't leak
Gripped the 30 cashed 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 trap
4 wings at Harold's fries covered 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 with my nigga Meek
Pop a wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on with my nigga,
Heard Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell thot bitches I'm not right
Tyga got one name but that nigga ain't got one stripe
He backpack, so to get the nigga shit smacked
Ask Marly Marl to get his back
In Chiraq, come here
You from here? Don't come here!
Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't this
No Young Chop, .40 bangs, just like him
30 punch like
Back to the rap flow, hot
Fuck, gotta raffle, got
city I go, got sticks
Pockets Wells Fargo, no
Say I'm on now, no shit
You can never say I, wife
I don't even like
I pipe shit
One night
Out here with killas and
New York slow bullet to my
me go and Young Thugger
We shoot up in public
And they gotta to take
Chiraq, at the murder rate
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, be at Benny's
I knock 'em down like pins
Feds snatch me, I don't know
Real nigga, on 4 and
Young Jefe, Knew Slim
Hangin' out the with Slow and them
take a trip to D.C
a lot of Me and GG
I'm the big dog
I'm off
Like Sauce on a 3 Piece
"Glizzy, Why you D.C.?"
"Who said I D.C.?"
ya bitch to my CD
She lemme record her Mimi
A nigga playin', lights out
Oo, Shyne got me out
Stay low, the mice out
You get fly when the Mikes out
till it get nice out
Tell Chino bring the out
Got 50 in my trap house
You off fucking with the White House
I'm the youngin' in the fucking world
I got money, I got plenty girls
Got the Villa for the week, got freaks
And they all wanna go for a fucking
[?] marble
Glock 23, treat her like my
357, bitch just twirl
Make him catch our shit Fitzgerald