Luyện nghe bài hát Chinatown

Yeah, how many can stand the rain
This is only a now
we told 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 keep ten
Ten rotts up in of me

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

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

Nigga or bitch, you don't no problems
My revolver is a quick 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 you where you shit
I got that's three time felons
ya body swellin', leakin' from ya melon

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

I'm a
I rhymin' 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 ground or
four make the hollows travel

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

Die slow, y'all niggas is dust like
You with your eyes close, might as well be blind fold
See how much my hold 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 threw their jewels tuck
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
Ridin' round with gun in masses
Copped out the ten but only had six
All the ghetto hoods 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 who take it in they asses

I ain't gotta y'all niggas 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 beef jump it

Mafia's the max out the squadron
Nine millimeter team, Mack 11 men
Who said we rich, Kim's bling cost a fortune
Queen Bee niggas anything crawlin'

From now on it's on when I catch you niggas
Any fresh you can bet niggas sportin'
Betta leave 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 tic tac toe
Where you is where you finish at
y'all the meanin' of fam, remember dat

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

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