Luyện nghe bài hát Chinese New Year

I'm at your door, eyes are like 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 sounding 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 the Orkin man
Never to my parents like an orphan man
Strong on the trigger like it's dwarf's hands

goodies 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 me, simple like ABC's
cut game just as easy as 1 2 3, breaking an entry so elementary

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm at door, your 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 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 none, when you hear that humming, common 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 so he got betrayed

is what I did to him, now you will see to him
Hurried out his crib, before 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 will you drop to your knees

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

I'm at your door, eyes 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 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
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat