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 tell who's a hoodlum
nowadays you can't tell a hoodlum
you can't tell who's a hoodlum, 'cos
everyone be packin' to suspense to
like robert
and every cupid proclaims he shoots it
and front a stunt to move - troop it
all portray, to say
that hard all the way
but he play seems to
when they price to pay
well I so brother who buck you down for nothin'
listen up stupid, 'cos I 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 like a
how they moved that
this pitiful vic never knew hittem
on the temple
make the dome just drip some
sure he was a blood, physical prime and fit
and the whole neighbourhood heads negative
but he had it comin', stiff
later on I figured out
talkin' loud, now stonecold on the
turnin' blue, these do
but not because of
talkin' untamed some name
make family 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 head I
then again I'm for the man who acts bold
and my folks they know I love the
but I ain't packin' for
'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 by the trigger
just figure when you about that
ends much quicker