Luyện nghe bài hát Chinese New Year

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

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

Confiscate goodies Repo Man Sam
nigga kick that can, fall victim to the klick klack klan
My vixen eat ya face, like ya she Ms. Pac wish her command, uh
ADT's stop me, simple like ABC's
Snip cut game as easy as 1 2 3, breaking an entry so elementary

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

I'm at your door, your are like why are you here
Judging by my I got something to do here
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

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

Wit 911's revin
Gunfire leave brethren 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, trust me I'm your
I will talk you through

Trick or treat wit hoods want the goods
I feel like Robin 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, your eyes are why are you here
by my steel I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel two tears
Front of your crib sounding like New Year
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat

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

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

Let the boy

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

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

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