Luyện nghe bài hát Chinatown

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

Bitches wanna on me
But not to come to me
I keep ten
Ten rotts up in of me

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

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

Nigga or bitch, you want no problems
My revolver is a problem solver
Don't never think I'm
Bitch, I ain't dumb, I carry a stun gun inside of my bun

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

And it no tellin' when the bodies start smellin'
took the story and sold it to Helen Kelly
The guns and you sing about bring 'em out
I thought y'all havin' a gun drought

I'm a
I ain't for the cash
relax and let my niggas
Get in ya ass

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

I got Montana nines, more tangled
Who wanna wine and dine with get in line
I fight I rhyme, niggas thirsty to shine
Can't jack mine, I'm one of a

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

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

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

I ain't gotta tell y'all niggas where I'm
I never tell no bitch when I cum
I'm far from a lame you will 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 ain't rich, Kim's bling cost a
Queen Bee niggas shootin' anything

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

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

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

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