Luyện nghe bài hát Chinatown

Yeah, how many hitters can stand the rain? is only a test
I you it was commin
We in front of the scenes and in of the scenes
So you gon do now

Bitches wanna front on me but know not to to me
I keep 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 reach is like Louis, stiff
Yours is like Evander, slow
to Taebo, I'm thirty-two and O
When I catch a knock out bitches the cops out

Two for five spots, I tear the out
Pop the tops out then the spot out
Nigga or bitch, you don't no problems
My revolver is the quick problem

never think I'm slippin', bitch, I ain't dumb
I carry a stun gun of my hair bun
Hatin' ass niggas, I treat you like a
Strap on a fake and stick you where you shit

I got warriors that's three time
Leave ya body swellin', leakin' the melon
And it ain't no tellin' when the start smellin'
Somebody took the story, sold it to Kelly

The guns and thing you about, bring 'em out
Like I thought havin' a gun drought
I'm a millionaire, I ain't for the cash
I'ma relax and let my get in the ass

All y'all is narrow straight parrel
Nigga Banger make you swallow the barrel
Criminal, I ain't tryna battle on a or gravel
Through make the hollows travel

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

Die slow, y'all niggas is dust like
You with your eyes close, might as well be blind fold
See how much my hold blast my one
Dos to the cuatro cinco, reload, bitch

How you want it? Head or gut, you soft like butt
When these Brooklyn niggas through
Their jewels tuck for what?
how we hop out the truck
Or the S type Jag, niggas straight fag

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

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

Aiyyo, I ain't gotta tell y'all where I'm from
I ain't never no bitch 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 gang, max out the
millimeter team, mack 11, mobs men
Who we ain't rich? Kim's bling cost a fortune
Queen Bee shootin' anything crawlin'

now on, it's on when I catch you niggas snorin'
Any event you can bet niggas sportin'
leave town, catch a flight in the mornin'
Get the out ya eyes, somebody 'bout to die

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

Yo, this is for my who ain't never have shit
Ridin' around 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' up for all they stashes
Love cats with Roleys and glasses
hoes who take it in they asses