Luyện nghe bài hát Chinese New Year

I'm at your door, your eyes are like why are you
Judging by my steel I got something to do
Give up the money or the angel two tears
Front of your crib 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, glock in
I was in and out of homes like the man
Never listen to my parents like an man
Strong finger on the like it's dwarf's hands

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

Get what the get for trying to do what the hustlers do
up the cash 'fore I turn you cookie monster 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, your eyes are why are you here
Judging by my steel I got to do here
Give up the money or the cries 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let the boy

If I didn't get you right you better hold 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 make you drop to your knees

Before you know it, you'll be to a better place your soul feeling free
I'm young, black and I just give a fuck
Big gun on my waist, in the trunk
Sitting high in a truck, call me luck, me

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