Luyện nghe bài hát Chinatown

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

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

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

to Taebo, I'm thirty two and O
When I a knock out bitches bring the cops out
Two for five spots, I tear the out
Pop the tops out clear the spot out

Nigga or bitch, you want no problems
My is a quick problem solver
Don't never I'm slippin'
Bitch, I ain't dumb, 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 time felons
Leave ya swellin', leakin' from ya melon

And it ain't no tellin' when the start smellin'
took the story and sold it to Helen Kelly
The guns and you sing about bring '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 ya'll niggas is narrow, parrel
like Banger make you swallow the barrel
Criminal I ain't battle on a ground or gravel
Through four the hollows travel

I got Montana nines, more tangled
Who wanna wine and dine Bris get in line
I fight like I rhyme, 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, bitch

How you want it, or gut? You soft like baby butt
When these Brooklyn niggas threw their jewels they tuck
For what, intimidated how we hop out the
Or the S Jag, y'all niggas straight fag

is for my niggas who ain't never have shit
Ridin' round town with gun in
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 they
Love cats with Roleys and glasses
Nasty hoes who take it in they

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

Mafia's the max out the squadron
Nine millimeter team, Mack 11 men
Who said we ain't rich, bling cost a fortune
Queen Bee shootin' anything crawlin'

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

Three niggas got three, niggas got to go
Hit em all in the row tic tac toe
Where you start is you finish at
Show y'all the meanin' of fam, 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 with only one bad bitch

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