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
you can't tell who's a hoodlum
nowadays you can't tell a hoodlum, 'cos
tries be packin' to suspense to
like robert
and every cupid proclaims that he it
and front with a stunt to - troop it
all portray, to say
that hard all the way
but he play to fade
when they price to pay
well I know so brother who you down for nothin'
up stupid, 'cos I tell a little something
Some chitchat, pull a gat for that
some chitchat, some pull a gat for
One day I had to witness this sort of riff
it seemed a trip
how they that quick
this pitiful vic never knew hittem
on the temple
make the dome just some blood
sure he was a young blood, physical and fit
and the whole neighbourhood shook negative
but he had it comin', stiff
on I figured out motormouth
talkin' loud, now stonecold on the
blue, these bodies do
but not because of
talkin' untamed 'bout some
make your family mourn name
so some don't lookin'
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 folks they know I love the
but I ain't for luck
'cos 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, don't really live by the
just figure when you about that
life much quicker