Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

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

[Verse 1: Mill]
Uh, know the rules in my hood, if you touch me, you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we first
G-5, we be at LIV by when you in the Church
Momma stresses, selling dinner platers, tryna get casket, and get ya hearse
Last nigga that slid on us, got dropped on it, he on us
Every you see with 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 with that gold on 'em
We ain't swinging no flag,
We ain't no pass, nigga
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 chasers got into something, we don't never bleak 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 ain't even gotta say nothin' 'bout that homie that you heard about
Cause if he heard about the truth, run mouth
He come to your 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 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 but we both eatin', but only one keepin'
Told L'A he 15 years, every crime we did we gon Keep It Secret
Can't Tweet Teiona cooperates nigga loookiń, so I'm on I gotta Keep It Secret
Death ace no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teiona that I won't
the 30 just 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 (?)
Fuck the judge, let 9 out, trigger, let 9 out
Four in the trap like
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 Killadelphia with my nigga
Pop a wheelie in I got the 30 on with my nigga, Flee
Heard Tyga dissing on me, tell them 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 ain't from Don't come here!
shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't like this
No Young Chop, .40 bangs, just like him
30 punch 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, shit
I even like shit
I just shit
One shit
Out with killas and thuggers
New slow bullet to my brothers
A-T-L me go and Thugger
We gonna shoot up in
And gotta urge to take
Chiraq, look at the murder
500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on 48

3: Shy Glizzy]
We wear red bottoms and Lim
Everybody get a hold of him
Bad bitches, they be at
I knock 'em down like pins
Feds snatch me, I know them
Real nigga, on 4 and
Jefe, Knew Soulja Slim
Hangin' out the tank Slow and them
Come take a 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.?"
Fuck ya to my CD
She lemme record her like
A playin', it's 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 bring the bikes out
Got 50 in my trap house
You better off with the White House
I'm the realest youngin' in the fucking
I got plenty money, I got plenty
Got the for the week, got fifteen freaks
And all wanna go for a fucking swirl
[?] marble
Glock 23, treat her like my
357, bitch just twirl
him catch our shit like Fitzgerald