Luyện nghe bài hát Chinatown

Yeah, how hitters can stand the rain
is only a test now
What we told you it was
We in front of the
And in of the scenes
So what you do now

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

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

Thanks to Taebo, I'm two and O
I catch a knock out bitches bring 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 no problems
My revolver is a quick solver
never think I'm slippin'
Bitch, I ain't dumb, I a stun gun inside of my hair bun

Hatin' ass niggas, I treat you a bitch
Strap on a fake dick and stick you where you
I got warriors that's time felons
Leave ya swellin', leakin' from ya melon

And it ain't no when the bodies start smellin'
took the story and sold it to Helen Kelly
The guns and you sing about bring 'em out
I thought y'all havin' a gun drought

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

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

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

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

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

This is for my niggas who ain't never shit
round town with gun in masses
Copped out the ten years but had six
All the hoods with only one bad bitch

This is for my bitches who never have shit
Settin' up for all they stashes
cats with Roleys and Carti glasses
Nasty who take it in they asses

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

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

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

Three got beef three, niggas 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 town 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 never shit
Settin' niggas up for all they
Love cats Roleys and Carti glasses
Nasty hoes who take it in they