Luyện nghe bài hát Chinatown

Yeah, how hitters can stand the rain? This 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 front on me but know not to come to me
I keep ten glocks, ten rotts up in of me
Like they sprayin' sumin', like they sumin'
I gets my bark on like I'm DMX or

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

Two for spots, I tear the rocks out
Pop the tops out clear the spot out
Nigga or bitch, you don't want no
My revolver is the problem solver

Don't never 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 dick and stick you you shit

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

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

All niggas is narrow straight parrel
Nigga like Banger you swallow the barrel
Criminal, I ain't tryna battle on a ground or
Through four make the hollows

I got nines, more tangled lines
Who wanna wine and 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 with your close, might as well be blind fold
See how much my nine hold my one
Dos tres to the cuatro cinco, reload,

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

This is for my niggas who ain't have shit
around town with gun in masses
Copped out the ten years but 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 with Roleys and Carti glasses
hoes who take it in they asses

Aiyyo, I ain't gotta y'all niggas where I'm from
I never 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

the gang, max out the squadron
Nine millimeter team, mack 11, men
Who said we 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
Betta town, catch a flight in the mornin'
Get the cold out ya eyes, 'bout to die

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

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

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