Luyện nghe bài hát Chinese New Year

I'm at your door, your eyes are like why are you
by my steel I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
Front of your sounding like Chinese 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 like the Orkin man
Never to my parents like an orphan man
Strong finger on the like it's dwarf's hands

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

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

I'm at your door, your eyes are 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 sounding like Chinese New Year
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat

play cops and robbers and watch
Heckler and Koch turn cops to
As as niggaz wit plots to rob us
Try me, I'll this motherfucker into shuttas

Wit them 911's
Gunfire leave remains like 9/11
And get the sounds of dispensing
That clack up make 'em up like it's invisible fencing

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

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

I'm at your door, your eyes are like why are you
Judging by my steel I got something to do
Give up the money or the 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, when you hear that humming, common
To a duck and get the fuck outta harms way
dying would absolutely make my day
Why he had to go look who, but he so he got betrayed

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

Let the boy

If I get you right you better hold your pistol tight
When we meet in the afterlife, cold chain I'm the black one bleed
Rosco P, young G, I speak I just squeeze
97 P will make you to your knees

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

I'm at door, your eyes are like why are you here
Judging by my I got something to do here
Give up the money or the 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
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat