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

This ain't no middleclass, talkin' ghettotrash
but the whole ghettofash(ion) seems to quickfast
you can't tell who's a hoodlum
nowadays you can't tell a hoodlum
nowadays you can't tell a hoodlum, 'cos
everyone tries be packin' to to
like robert
and every cupid proclaims he shoots it
and front with a to move - troop it
all portray, to say
that they're all the way
but he play to fade
they have price to pay
well I know so brother who buck you for nothin'
up stupid, 'cos I tell a little something
Some chitchat, some pull a gat for
chitchat, some pull a gat for that
One day I had to witness this sort of riff
it seemed like a
how they moved quick
pitiful vic never knew what hittem
glock on the
make the dome just drip some
sure he was a young blood, prime and fit
and the whole neighbourhood shook negative
but he had it comin', ending
on I figured out motormouth
talkin' loud, now stonecold on the
turnin' blue, bodies do
but not of shame
untamed 'bout some name
make your family mourn name
so don't start lookin'
some words are spoken
Once again, I the one who pulls all the stunts
low pro, this I
than one on the blunt
never do I'm told
and my head I
then again I'm prepared for the man who bold
and my folks they know I the glock
but I ain't packin' for
then I'm stuck
the way you is the way you die
some food for thought, for ego who fly too high
and the at the gym
well they know gat on the lap, selfesteem
but I keep it as a secret, don't really by the trigger
just figure when you about that
life ends much