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
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

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

Confiscate goodies like Man Sam
nigga kick that can, fall victim to the klick klack klan
My vixen eat ya face, like ya she Ms. Pac Many 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 the hustlers get for trying to do what the hustlers do
Give up the 'fore I turn you cookie monster blue
And your man and for trying 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
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

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

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

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

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

I'm at your door, your are like why are you here
Judging by my I got something to do here
Give up the 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

Sympathy? I feel none, when you that humming, common sense
To take a and get the fuck outta harms way
Your dying would absolutely 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
Hurried out his crib, before that took

Let the boy

If I didn't get you right you better your pistol tight
When we meet in the afterlife, chain I'm the black one that bleed
Rosco P, 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 soul 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 door, your eyes are like why are you here
Judging by my steel I got to do here
Give up the or the angel cries two tears
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