Luyện nghe bài hát Chinatown

Yeah, how hitters can stand the rain
is only a test now
What we you it was comin'
We in front of the
And in back of the
So you gon' do now

wanna front on me
But know not to to me
I ten glocks
Ten rotts up in of me

Like sprayin' sumin', like they sayin' sumin'
I gets my bark on like I'm DMX or
My is like Louis stiff eighty-four
is like Evander seventy-seven slow

Thanks to Taebo, I'm two and O
When I catch a knock out bitches the cops out
Two for five spots, I the rocks out
Pop the out then clear the spot out

Nigga or bitch, you don't want no
My revolver is a problem solver
never think I'm slippin'
Bitch, I dumb, I carry a stun gun inside of my hair bun

Hatin' ass niggas, I you like a bitch
Strap on a fake and stick you where you shit
I got warriors three time felons
Leave ya body swellin', leakin' ya melon

And it ain't no tellin' the bodies start smellin'
Somebody took the and sold it to Helen Kelly
The guns and thing you about bring 'em out
Like I thought havin' a gun drought

I'm a
I ain't rhymin' for the
relax and let my niggas
Get in ya ass

All ya'll is narrow, straight parrel
Nigga like Banger make you the barrel
Criminal I ain't battle on a ground or gravel
Through four make the travel

I got Montana nines, more lines
Who wine and dine with Bris get in line
I fight I rhyme, niggas thirsty to shine
jack mine, I'm one of a kind

Die slow, niggas is dust like pyro
You with your eyes close, might as well be blind fold
See how my nine hold blast my one
Dos tres to the cuatro cinco, bitch

How you want it, head or You soft like baby butt
When these Brooklyn niggas come threw their jewels tuck
For what, intimidated how we hop out the
Or the S type Jag, y'all straight fag

is for my niggas who ain't never have shit
Ridin' town with gun in masses
Copped out the ten but only had six
All the ghetto hoods with only one bad

is for my bitches who ain't never have shit
Settin' niggas up for all stashes
Love with Roleys and Carti glasses
Nasty hoes who take it in asses

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

Mafia's the max out the squadron
Nine team, Mack 11 mobs men
Who said we rich, Kim's bling cost a fortune
Queen Bee shootin' anything crawlin'

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

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

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

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