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

This ain't no middleclass, talkin' some
but the ghettofash(ion) seems to spread quickfast
nowadays you can't tell a hoodlum
you can't tell who's a hoodlum
nowadays you can't tell who's a hoodlum,
everyone tries be packin' to to
robert ludlum
and cupid proclaims that he shoots it
and front a stunt to move - troop it
all portray, to say
that they're all the way
but he play to fade
when they price to pay
I know so brother who buck you down for nothin'
listen up stupid, I tell a little something
Some chitchat, some pull a gat for
some chitchat, some a gat for that
One day I had to witness this of heavy riff
it seemed a trip
how they moved quick
this pitiful vic never knew hittem
glock on the
make the just drip some blood
he was a young 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, bodies do
but not because of
talkin' 'bout some name
make your family your name
so don't start lookin'
when some words are
Once again, I ain't the one who all the stunts
low pro, I know
than one on the blunt
never do what I'm
and my I hold
then again I'm prepared for the man who acts
and my folks they know I love the
but I packin' for luck
then I'm stuck
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 gat on the lap, selfesteem grows
but I keep it as a secret, don't live by the trigger
just figure when you chat that
life much quicker