Luyện nghe bài hát Chinese New Year

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

Mask on face, glock in
I was in and out of homes the Orkin man
listen to my parents like an orphan man
Strong finger on the like it's dwarf's hands

goodies like Repo Man Sam
Make kick that can, fall victim 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, like ABC's
Snip cut game just as as 1 2 3, breaking an entry so elementary

Get what the hustlers get for trying to do what the do
Give up the cash 'fore I turn you 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, eyes are like why are you here
Judging by my steel I got to do here
up the money or the angel cries two tears
Front of 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
Heckler and Koch turn to martyrs
As well as wit plots to rob us
Try me, turn 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 fencing

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

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

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

Sympathy? I feel none, when you hear that humming, common
To take a duck and get the fuck harms way
dying would absolutely make my day
Why he had to go look who, but he so he got betrayed

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

Let the boy

If I get you right you better hold your 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 floating to a better place your soul free
I'm young, black and I just don't 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 why are you here
Judging by my steel I got 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
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat