Luyện nghe bài hát Chinese New Year

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
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
listen to my parents like an orphan man
Strong finger on the trigger it's dwarf's hands

Confiscate goodies Repo Man Sam
Make nigga kick that can, fall victim to the klick klack
My eat ya face, like ya she Ms. Pac Many wish her command, uh
ADT's ain't 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 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 holes burning and

I'm at your door, your eyes are like why are you
Judging by my steel I got to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
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 Koch cops to martyrs
As well as niggaz wit to rob us
Try me, I'll turn this into shuttas

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

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

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

I'm at your door, your eyes are why are you here
Judging by my steel I got something to do
up the money 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, when you hear that humming, common
To take a duck and get the fuck harms way
Your dying would make my day
Why he had to go who, but he wasn't so he got betrayed

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

Let the boy

If I didn't get you right you better hold your pistol
we meet 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 your

Before you know it, you'll be floating to a better place your soul feeling
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, your eyes are why are you here
Judging by my I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
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
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat