Luyện nghe bài hát Chinese New Year

I'm at your door, your eyes are like why are you
Judging by my steel I got to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
Front of your crib sounding like New Year
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat

on face, glock in hand
I was in and out of homes like the man
Never listen to my parents an orphan man
Strong finger on the trigger it's dwarf's hands

goodies like Repo Man Sam
Make nigga kick that can, fall victim to the klack klan
My vixen eat ya face, like ya she Ms. Pac Many her command, uh
ADT's ain't stop me, like ABC's
Snip cut game just as easy as 1 2 3, breaking an entry so

Get the hustlers get for trying to do what the hustlers do
Give up the cash 'fore I turn you cookie monster
And your man and them for to be hustlers too
Earnie and Bert, I bet them bullet holes and hurt

I'm at door, your eyes are like why are you here
by my steel I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
Front of your crib sounding like New Year
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat

Let's play and robbers and watch
and Koch turn cops to martyrs
As well as niggaz wit to rob us
Try me, I'll turn this motherfucker shuttas

Wit 911's revin
Gunfire leave brethren remains 9/11
And get the sounds of rounds
clack up make 'em back up like it's invisible fencing

When I bits and pieces of bone chip and flesh
It me to pieces
Cooperate, escaping useless, trust me I'm your
I will talk you this

Trick or treat wit hoods want the goods
I feel like Robin when I share it wit my hood
forget, he who plays hero gets hit
Don't let the 9 mill riddle wits smarty pants

I'm at your door, your eyes are like why are you
Judging by my steel I got to do here
up the money or the angel cries two tears
Front of your crib sounding like New Year
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat

Sympathy? I feel none, you hear that humming, common sense
To take a duck and get the fuck outta way
dying would absolutely make my day
Why he had to go who, but he wasn't so he got betrayed

is what I did to him, now you will see to him
Hurried out his crib, that took everything

Let the boy

If I didn't get you right you better your pistol tight
When we meet in the afterlife, cold I'm the black one that bleed
Rosco P, young G, I don't I just squeeze
97 P will make you drop to knees

Before you know it, you'll be floating to a place your soul feeling free
I'm young, black and I just don't give a
Big gun on my waist, drugs in the
Sitting high in a truck, me luck, compress me

I'm at your door, your are like why are you here
Judging by my steel I got to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
Front of your crib like Chinese New Year

Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat