Luyện nghe bài hát Chinatown

Yeah, how many can stand 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 know not to to me
I keep ten
Ten rotts up in of me

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

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

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

ass niggas, I treat you like a bitch
Strap on a fake and stick you where you shit
I got that's three time felons
Leave ya body swellin', 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 thought havin' a gun drought

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

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

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

Die slow, niggas is dust like pyro
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 it, head or gut? You soft like baby butt
When these Brooklyn niggas come threw their jewels they
For what, intimidated how we hop out the
Or the S type Jag, y'all straight fag

This is for my niggas who never have shit
Ridin' town with gun in masses
out the ten years 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 stashes
cats with Roleys and Carti glasses
Nasty hoes who it in they asses

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

the gang max out the squadron
Nine team, Mack 11 mobs men
Who said we ain't rich, Kim's bling cost a
Queen Bee niggas shootin' crawlin'

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

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

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

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