Luyện nghe bài hát Chinese New Year

I'm at your door, eyes are like why are you here
Judging by my steel I got to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
Front of crib sounding like Chinese New Year
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat

Mask on face, in hand
I was in and out of homes like the man
Never listen to my parents an orphan man
Strong finger on the trigger like it's hands

Confiscate goodies like Man Sam
Make nigga kick that can, fall to the klick klack klan
My vixen eat ya face, like ya she Ms. Pac wish her command, uh
ADT's ain't stop me, simple like
Snip cut game just as as 1 2 3, breaking an entry so elementary

Get what the get for trying to do what the hustlers do
Give up the cash 'fore I turn you cookie blue
And man and them for trying to be hustlers too
Earnie and Bert, I bet them bullet burning and hurt

I'm at your door, your eyes are like why are you
Judging by my steel I got something to do
Give up the or the angel cries two tears
Front of your crib sounding like Chinese New
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat

play cops and robbers and watch
Heckler and turn cops to martyrs
As well as wit plots to rob us
Try me, turn this motherfucker into shuttas

Wit 911's revin
leave brethren remains like 9/11
And get the sounds of rounds
That clack up make 'em back up it's invisible fencing

When I picture bits and pieces of bone and flesh
It tears me to
Cooperate, escaping useless, me I'm your friend
I will talk you through

Trick or niggaz wit hoods want the goods
I feel like Robin Hood when I it wit my hood
Don't forget, he who plays hero hit
Don't let the 9 riddle your wits smarty pants

I'm at your door, your eyes are why are you here
Judging by my steel I got something to do
Give up the money or the angel two tears
of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat

Sympathy? I feel none, you hear that humming, common sense
To a duck and get the fuck outta harms way
Your dying would make my day
Why he had to go who, but he wasn't so he got betrayed

This is I did to him, now you will see to him
Hurried out his crib, before took everything

Let the boy

If I didn't get you right you better hold your tight
When we in the afterlife, cold chain I'm the black one that bleed
Rosco P, young G, I don't I just squeeze
97 P will make you drop to knees

Before you it, you'll be floating to a better place your soul feeling free
I'm young, black and I just don't give a
Big gun on my waist, drugs in the
Sitting in a truck, call me luck, compress me

I'm at your door, your are like why are you here
Judging by my steel I got to do here
Give up the money or the angel two tears
Front of your crib sounding Chinese New Year

Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat