Luyện nghe bài hát Chinatown

Yeah, how many hitters can stand the This is only a test
I you it was commin
We in front of the and in back 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 on like I'm DMX or somethin'

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

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

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

I got warriors that's three time
Leave ya body swellin', leakin' the melon
And it no tellin' when the bodies start smellin'
Somebody the story, sold it to Helen Kelly

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

All y'all niggas is straight parrel
Nigga like Banger you swallow the barrel
Criminal, I tryna battle on a ground or gravel
Through four make the hollows

I got Montana nines, more tangled
Who wanna and dine with Bris, get in line?
I fight I rhyme, niggas thirsty to shine
jack mine, I'm one of a kind

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

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

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

is for my bitches who ain't never have shit
Settin' niggas up for all stashes
cats with Roleys and Carti glasses
Nasty hoes who it in they asses

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

the gang, max out the squadron
Nine team, mack 11, mobs men
Who we ain't rich? Kim's bling cost a fortune
Queen Bee shootin' anything crawlin'

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

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

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

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