Luyện nghe bài hát Chinatown

Yeah, how many hitters can the rain? This is only a test
I you it was commin
We in front of the and in back of the scenes
So you gon do now

Bitches wanna front on me but know not to to me
I keep ten glocks, ten up in front of me
Like they sprayin' sumin', like sayin' sumin'
I my bark on like I'm DMX or somethin'

My reach is like Louis, eighty-four
Yours is like Evander, seventy-seven
Thanks to Taebo, I'm and O
When I a knock out bitches bring the cops out

Two for spots, I tear the rocks out
Pop the tops out then the spot out
Nigga or bitch, you don't no problems
My revolver is the quick solver

Don't never think I'm slippin', bitch, I dumb
I carry a gun inside of my hair bun
Hatin' ass niggas, I treat you a bitch
Strap on a fake dick and you where you shit

I got that's three time felons
Leave ya body swellin', from the melon
And it ain't no when the bodies start smellin'
took the story, sold it to Helen Kelly

The and thing you sing about, bring 'em out
Like I thought y'all havin' a gun
I'm a millionaire, I ain't for the cash
I'ma relax and let my get in the ass

All niggas is narrow straight parrel
Nigga like make you swallow the barrel
Criminal, I ain't battle on a ground or gravel
Through make the hollows travel

I got Montana nines, more tangled
Who wanna wine and dine Bris, get in line?
I fight like I rhyme, thirsty to shine
Can't mine, I'm one of a kind

Die slow, y'all niggas is dust pyro
You sleep with eyes close, might as well be blind fold
See how much my nine blast my one
Dos tres to the cinco, reload, bitch

How you want it? Head or gut, you soft like baby
When these Brooklyn niggas come
Their jewels they tuck for
Intimidated how we hop out the
Or the S type Jag, y'all niggas fag

This is for my niggas who ain't have shit
Ridin' around town with gun in
Copped out the ten years but had six
All the ghetto hoods with one bad bitch

This is for my bitches who ain't never have
niggas up for all they stashes
Love cats with Roleys and Carti
hoes who take it in they asses

Aiyyo, I ain't gotta tell y'all niggas I'm from
I never tell no bitch when I cum
I'm far a lame you will never see me run
You know how we do it, beef jump it

Mafia's the gang, max out the
Nine millimeter team, mack 11, men
Who said we ain't Kim's bling cost a fortune
Queen Bee niggas shootin' crawlin'

From now on, it's on when I catch you snorin'
Any fresh event you can bet niggas
Betta leave town, a flight in the mornin'
Get the out ya eyes, somebody 'bout to die

niggas got beef, three niggas got to go
Hit 'em all in the row like, tic tac toe
Where you start is where you at
Show y'all the meanin' of fam, dat

Yo, this is for my niggas who ain't have shit
Ridin' around town gun in masses
Copped out the ten years but had six
All the ghetto with only one bad bitch

This is for my bitches who ain't have shit
Settin' up for all they stashes
Love cats with and Carti glasses
hoes who take it in they asses