Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

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

1: Meek Mill]
Uh, know the rules in my hood, if you touch me, you get murked
We ain't that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday you in the Church
Momma stresses, selling dinner platers, tryna get your casket, and get ya
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 and cuban linx, all that ice wear with that gold on 'em
We ain't swinging no flag,
We ain't need no pass,
Glock 40 a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us
Everybody wanna talk 'till them feds, swoop in and grab niggas
Dream chasers got into something, we never bleak cause we trash niggas
I don't if y'all heard about my homie doing that 30 out
Dean Buck still in the cut and fittin' to let Ernie out
I ain't even say nothin' 'bout that other homie that you heard about
Cause if he heard about the truth, run your
He come to your house and start out
me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank
Only time this when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank
Summertime in La Marina with Dominicans going in the
up screamin' 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 only one
Told L'A he 15 years, every crime we did we gon Keep It Secret
Can't Tweet Teiona cooperates 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 cashed out, if you caught stripping, then you out
I'm the same nigga that my city asked 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 with fries in mild sauce
Everytime a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a couple
IG comments and a tweets, location 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 sneak dissing on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not
Tyga only got one name but that ain't got one stripe
He backpack, so to get the nigga shit smacked
Ask Marly to get his shit back
In Chiraq, come here
You ain't from here? come here!
Cause snipin', bag on him if he don't like this
No Young Chop, .40 bangs, just like him
30 punch like
Back to the rap flow, hot
Fuck, gotta raffle, got
Every I go, got sticks
Pockets Fargo, no bricks
Say I'm on chop now, no
You can never say I, shit
I don't even shit
I just pipe
One night
Out with killas and thuggers
New slow bullet to my brothers
me go and Young Thugger
We gonna shoot up in
And gotta urge to take
Chiraq, at the murder rate
500 dead bodies, better go and get 'fore you be on first 48

[Verse 3: Shy
We red bottoms and Phillip Lim
Everybody get a hold of him
Bad bitches, be at Benny's
I knock 'em down like pins
Feds snatch me, I don't know
nigga, on 4 and them
Young Jefe, Knew Slim
out the tank with 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 I ain't D.C.?"
ya bitch to my CD
She lemme her like Mimi
A playin', it's lights out
Oo, got me iced out
low, cause the mice out
You get fly when the Mikes out
till it get nice out
Tell bring the bikes out
Got 50 guns in my house
You better off fucking 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 go for a fucking swirl
[?] peals
Glock 23, treat her my girl
357, that just twirl
Make him catch our shit Fitzgerald