Luyện nghe bài hát Chinese New Year

I'm at door, your 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

on face, glock 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 like dwarf's hands

Confiscate goodies like Man Sam
Make nigga kick that can, fall victim to the klick klack
My vixen eat ya face, ya she Ms. Pac Many wish her command, uh
ain't stop me, simple like ABC's
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
Give up the 'fore I turn you cookie monster blue
And your man and them for trying to be too
Earnie and Bert, I bet them bullet holes and hurt

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
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

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 this motherfucker shuttas

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

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

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

Sympathy? I feel none, when you hear that humming, common
To a duck and get the fuck outta harms way
Your would absolutely make my day
Why he had to go who, but he wasn't 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 hold your pistol tight
When we meet in the afterlife, cold I'm the black one that bleed
P, young G, I don't speak I just squeeze
97 P make you drop to your knees

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

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 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
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat