Luyện nghe bài hát Chiraq

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

[Verse 1: Mill]
Uh, niggas know the rules in my hood, if you touch me, you get
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, get your casket, and get ya hearse
Last that slid on us, got dropped on it, he told on us
nigga 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 just on 'em
V-S stones and linx, all that ice wear with that gold on 'em
We swinging no flag, nigga
We ain't need no pass,
Glock 40 with a 30 clip and on it, play tag with us
Everybody wanna talk bricks them feds, swoop in and grab niggas
chasers got into something, we don't never bleak cause we trash niggas
I don't know if y'all heard about my homie that 30 out
Dean 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 about the truth, run your mouth
He come to your and start swervin' out
Catch me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the
time this Manhattan when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank
Summertime in La Marina with Dominicans 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 only one
Told L'A he take 15 years, every we did we gon Keep It Secret
Can't Tweet Teiona cooperates nigga loookiń, so what I'm on I Keep It Secret
Death ace no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teiona that I won't
Gripped the 30 just cashed out, if you caught stripping, then you out
I'm the same nigga that my city asked about while you in the cut (?)
the judge, let 9 out, hairpin 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 clapped up in a weeks
IG comments and a couple tweets, location on we can go and
Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia my nigga Meek
Pop a wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on my nigga, Flee
Heard Tyga dissing on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not right
Tyga only got one but that nigga ain't got one stripe
He backpack, so to get the nigga shit smacked
Ask Marly Marl to get his shit
In Chiraq, don't come
You ain't from Don't come here!
shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't like this
No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, like him
30 punch like
Back to the rap flow, hot
Fuck, raffle, got bricks
Every I go, got sticks
Pockets Wells Fargo, no
Say I'm on now, no shit
You can never say I, shit
I don't even shit
I pipe shit
One shit
Out here with killas and
New York slow to my brothers
me go and Young Thugger
We gonna up in public
And they gotta to take
Chiraq, look at the rate
500 dead bodies, better go and get 'fore you be on first 48

[Verse 3: Shy
We wear red and Phillip Lim
Everybody get a hold of him
Bad bitches, they be at
I knock 'em like bowling pins
Feds snatch me, I know them
Real nigga, on 4 and
Jefe, Knew Soulja Slim
Hangin' out the tank Slow and them
Come 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 record her like Mimi
A playin', it's lights out
Oo, Shyne got me out
Stay low, the mice out
You only get fly when the out
Wait it get nice out
Tell Chino bring the out
Got 50 guns in my trap
You better off fucking with the 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 they all wanna go for a swirl
[?] peals
Glock 23, her like my girl
357, that just twirl
him catch our shit like Fitzgerald