Luyện nghe bài hát (some) Chitchat (5:07)

This no middleclass, talkin' some ghettotrash
but the whole ghettofash(ion) to spread quickfast
nowadays you can't tell who's a
you can't tell who's a hoodlum
nowadays you can't who's a hoodlum, 'cos
everyone tries be to suspense to
robert ludlum
and every cupid proclaims he shoots it
and front with a stunt to move - it
all portray, to say
they're hard all the way
but he play to fade
when they price to pay
well I so brother who buck you down for nothin'
listen up stupid, I tell a little something
Some chitchat, pull a gat for that
some chitchat, pull a gat for that
One day I had to this sort of heavy riff
it seemed like a
how they that quick
pitiful vic never knew what hittem
glock on the
make the dome just drip blood
sure he was a blood, physical prime and fit
and the whole neighbourhood heads negative
but he had it comin', ending
later on I figured out
talkin' loud, now on the ground
blue, these bodies do
but not because of
talkin' untamed 'bout some
your family mourn your name
so some start lookin'
when words are spoken
Once again, I ain't the one who pulls all the
low pro, I know
calmer than one on the
do what I'm told
and my I hold
then again I'm prepared for the man who bold
and my folks they I love the glock
but I ain't packin' for
'cos then I'm
the way you is the way you die
some for thought, for ego bigheads who fly too high
and the at the gym
well they know gat on the lap, selfesteem
but I keep it as a secret, don't really live by the
just figure when you chat that
life ends much