Luyện nghe bài hát Chinatown

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

Bitches wanna front on me but know not to to me
I keep ten glocks, ten up in front of me
Like sprayin' sumin', like they sayin' sumin'
I my bark on like I'm DMX or somethin'

My reach is like Louis, stiff
Yours is like Evander, slow
to Taebo, I'm thirty-two and O
When I catch a out bitches bring the cops out

Two for spots, I tear the rocks out
Pop the tops out clear 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 gun inside of my hair bun
Hatin' ass niggas, I treat you like a
on a fake dick and stick you where you shit

I got warriors that's time felons
Leave ya body swellin', from the melon
And it ain't no tellin' the bodies start smellin'
Somebody the story, sold it to Helen Kelly

The guns and thing you about, bring 'em out
Like I thought y'all havin' a gun
I'm a millionaire, I rhymin' for the cash
relax and let my niggas get in the ass

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

I got nines, more tangled lines
Who wanna wine and dine with Bris, get in
I fight like I rhyme, thirsty to shine
jack mine, I'm one of a kind

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

How you want it? Head or gut, you like baby butt
When Brooklyn niggas come through
Their jewels tuck for what?
Intimidated how we hop out the
Or the S type Jag, y'all straight fag

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

This is for my bitches who ain't never shit
Settin' up for all they stashes
Love cats with Roleys and glasses
hoes who take it in they asses

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

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

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

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

Yo, this is for my niggas who ain't have shit
Ridin' around town with gun in
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 have
Settin' up for all they stashes
cats with Roleys and Carti glasses
Nasty hoes who it in they asses