Luyện nghe bài hát Chinatown

Yeah, how many hitters can the rain
This is only a now
What we you it was comin'
We in front of the
And in of the scenes
So what you do now

wanna front on me
But not to come to me
I ten glocks
Ten up in front of me

Like they sprayin' sumin', like they sumin'
I gets my on like I'm DMX or somethin'
My is like Louis stiff eighty-four
Your's is like Evander seventy-seven

to Taebo, I'm thirty two and O
When I catch a knock out bitches bring the 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 a quick solver
never think I'm slippin'
Bitch, I ain't dumb, I a stun gun inside of my hair bun

ass niggas, I treat you like a bitch
Strap on a fake dick and you where you shit
I got warriors that's three time
ya body swellin', leakin' from ya melon

And it ain't no tellin' the bodies start smellin'
Somebody took the and sold it to Helen Kelly
The guns and thing you sing about 'em out
Like I y'all havin' a gun drought

I'm a
I ain't for the cash
I'ma relax and let my
Get in ya 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 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 jack mine, I'm one of a

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

How you want it, head or gut? You soft like butt
When these Brooklyn niggas come threw their they 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 have shit
Ridin' round town gun in masses
Copped out the ten but only had six
All the hoods with only one bad bitch

This is for my bitches who ain't have shit
Settin' niggas up for all stashes
Love with Roleys and Carti glasses
Nasty who take it in they asses

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

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

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

This is for my niggas who ain't have shit
Ridin' round with gun in masses
Copped out the ten but only had six
All the ghetto hoods with only one bad

This is for my who ain't never have shit
niggas up for all they stashes
Love cats with Roleys and Carti
Nasty who take it in they asses