Luyện nghe bài hát Chinatown

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it ain't no tellin' when the start smellin'
Somebody took the story and 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
I'ma relax and let my
Get in ya ass

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

I got Montana nines, more tangled
Who wanna wine and with 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 eyes close, might as well be blind
See how much my nine hold my one
Dos to the cuatro cinco, reload bitch

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

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 ain't have shit
Settin' niggas up for all stashes
Love cats Roleys and Carti glasses
Nasty hoes who take it in they

I ain't tell y'all niggas where I'm from
I ain't never tell no bitch 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
Nine millimeter team, 11 mobs men
Who said we ain't rich, Kim's bling cost a
Queen Bee niggas shootin' anything

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

Three niggas got beef three, 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 never shit
Ridin' round town with gun in
out the ten years but only had six
All the ghetto hoods only one bad bitch

This is for my bitches who ain't have shit
niggas up for all they stashes
Love with Roleys and Carti glasses
Nasty hoes who take it in they