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

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