Luyện nghe bài hát Chinatown

Yeah, how many can stand the rain
is only a test now
What we you it was comin'
We in front of the
And in of the scenes
So you gon' do now

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

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

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

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

Hatin' ass niggas, I treat you a bitch
on a fake dick and stick you where 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 the story and sold it to Helen Kelly
The guns and thing you about bring 'em out
Like I thought havin' a gun drought

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

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

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

Die slow, y'all niggas is dust like
You sleep with eyes close, might as well be blind fold
See how much my hold blast my one
Dos tres to the cuatro cinco, bitch

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

This is for my niggas who ain't never 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
cats with Roleys and Carti glasses
Nasty hoes who it in they asses

I ain't gotta tell 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 how we do it beef jump into it

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

From now on it's on when I you niggas snorin'
Any fresh you can bet niggas sportin'
leave town catch a flight in the mornin'
Get the cold out ya eyes somebody 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
Show the meanin' of fam, remember dat

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

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