Luyện nghe bài hát (some) Chitchat (5:07)

This ain't no middleclass, talkin' ghettotrash
but the whole ghettofash(ion) seems to quickfast
nowadays you can't tell a hoodlum
nowadays you tell who's a hoodlum
nowadays you can't tell a hoodlum, 'cos
everyone tries be to suspense to
like ludlum
and every proclaims that he shoots it
and front with a stunt to move - it
all portray, to say
that hard all the way
but he play seems to
when they price to pay
I know so brother who buck you down for nothin'
listen up stupid, 'cos I a little something
Some chitchat, some pull a gat for
chitchat, some pull a gat for that
One day I had to witness this sort of heavy
it like a trip
how they moved that
this pitiful vic never knew what
glock on the
make the dome just drip blood
sure he was a young blood, physical and fit
and the whole neighbourhood heads negative
but he had it comin', stiff
later on I out motormouth
talkin' loud, now on the ground
turnin' blue, these do
but not of shame
talkin' untamed some name
your family mourn your name
so some don't start
when some are spoken
Once again, I ain't the one who pulls all the
low pro, this I
calmer than one on the
do what I'm told
and my head I
then I'm prepared for the man who acts bold
and my they know I love the glock
but I ain't packin' for
'cos then I'm
the way you is the way you die
some for thought, for ego bigheads who fly too high
and the at the gym
they know gat on the lap, selfesteem grows
but I it as a secret, don't really live by the trigger
just figure when you chat about
life much quicker