Luyện nghe bài hát Chinese New Year

I'm at door, your eyes are like why are you here
by my steel I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
Front of your 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

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

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

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

I'm at your door, eyes are like why are you here
Judging by my steel I got something to do
Give up the or the angel cries two tears
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

Let's play and robbers and watch
and Koch turn cops to martyrs
As well as niggaz wit to rob us
Try me, I'll turn motherfucker into shuttas

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

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

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

I'm at your door, eyes are like why are you here
by my steel I got something to do here
Give up the or the angel cries 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

Sympathy? I feel none, you hear that humming, common sense
To take a duck and get the outta harms way
Your would absolutely make my day
Why he had to go look who, but he so he got betrayed

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

Let the boy

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

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

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