Luyện nghe bài hát Chinese New Year

I'm at your door, 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
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

Mask on face, in hand
I was in and out of homes like the man
Never listen to my parents like an man
Strong finger on the trigger like it's dwarf's

Confiscate goodies like Man Sam
Make nigga kick that can, victim to the klick klack klan
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 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 cookie monster
And your man and them for trying to be too
and Bert, I bet them bullet holes burning 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 angel 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

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

Wit 911's revin
Gunfire leave brethren remains 9/11
And get the of rounds dispensing
That clack up make 'em back up like invisible fencing

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

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

I'm at your door, 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 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

Sympathy? I feel none, when you hear that humming, common
To take a duck and get the fuck outta way
Your dying would absolutely 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 that took

Let the boy

If I didn't get you right you better hold your pistol
When we meet in the afterlife, cold chain I'm the black one that
P, young G, I don't speak I just squeeze
97 P will make you to your knees

Before you know it, you'll be floating to a place your soul feeling free
I'm young, and I just don't give a fuck
Big gun on my waist, drugs in the
Sitting high in a truck, call me luck, me

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