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

This ain't no middleclass, talkin' ghettotrash
but the whole ghettofash(ion) to spread quickfast
nowadays you can't who's a hoodlum
nowadays you can't tell a hoodlum
nowadays you can't who's a hoodlum, 'cos
everyone tries be packin' to to
like robert
and cupid proclaims that he shoots it
and with a stunt to move - troop it
all portray, to say
that they're all the way
but he seems to fade
when they price to pay
well I know so who buck you down for nothin'
listen up stupid, 'cos I a little something
Some chitchat, some a gat for that
some chitchat, some pull a gat for
One day I had to this sort of heavy riff
it like a trip
how they that quick
this pitiful vic never knew what
glock on the
make the dome just drip some
sure he was a blood, physical prime and fit
and the neighbourhood shook heads negative
but he had it comin', ending
on I figured out motormouth
talkin' loud, now stonecold on the
turnin' blue, these do
but not of shame
untamed 'bout some name
make your family mourn your
so some don't start
when some words are
Once again, I ain't the one who all the stunts
low pro, this I
calmer than one on the
never do I'm told
and my I hold
then again I'm prepared for the man who acts
and my they know I love the glock
but I packin' for luck
'cos then I'm
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, don't really live by the
just figure when you chat about
life much quicker