Luyện nghe bài hát Chinatown

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

Bitches front on me
But know not to to me
I keep ten
Ten rotts up in of me

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

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

Nigga or bitch, you want no problems
My revolver is a quick problem
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
on a fake dick and stick you where you shit
I got warriors that's three time
Leave ya swellin', leakin' from ya melon

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

I'm a
I rhymin' 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 make the hollows travel

I got Montana nines, tangled lines
Who wanna wine and dine 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 pyro
You sleep with your eyes close, might as well be blind
See how my nine hold blast my one
Dos to the cuatro cinco, reload bitch

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

This is for my niggas who ain't never have
Ridin' round town with gun in
Copped out the ten but only had six
All the ghetto with only one bad bitch

This is for my bitches who never have shit
Settin' up for all they stashes
cats with Roleys and Carti glasses
Nasty who take it in they asses

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

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

now on it's on when I catch you niggas snorin'
Any fresh event you can bet sportin'
Betta leave catch a flight 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
Show y'all the meanin' of fam, dat

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

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