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 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

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

Confiscate like Repo Man Sam
Make nigga kick that can, fall victim to the klick klack
My vixen eat ya face, like ya she Ms. Pac Many 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 hustlers get for trying to do what the do
Give up the cash I turn you cookie monster blue
And your man and them for to be hustlers too
and Bert, I bet them bullet holes burning and hurt

I'm at your door, your 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 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
and Koch turn cops to martyrs
As well as wit plots to rob us
Try me, I'll turn motherfucker into shuttas

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

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

or treat 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 mill riddle your wits pants

I'm at your door, your are like why are you here
by my steel 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

Sympathy? I feel none, when you hear humming, common sense
To take a duck and get the fuck harms way
Your dying absolutely 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 your pistol tight
we meet in the afterlife, cold chain I'm the black one that bleed
Rosco P, young G, I don't speak I just
97 P will you drop to your knees

Before you know it, be floating to a better place your soul feeling free
I'm young, and I just don't give a fuck
Big gun on my waist, drugs in the
high 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 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
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat