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

This no middleclass, talkin' some ghettotrash
but the whole ghettofash(ion) seems to quickfast
you can't tell who's a hoodlum
nowadays you tell who's a hoodlum
nowadays you can't who's a hoodlum, 'cos
everyone tries be to suspense to
robert ludlum
and every cupid that he shoots it
and with a stunt to move - troop it
all portray, to say
that hard all the way
but he play seems to
when they have to pay
well I know so who buck you down for nothin'
listen up stupid, 'cos I tell a something
chitchat, some pull a gat for that
some chitchat, some pull a gat for
One day I had to witness sort of heavy riff
it like a trip
how moved that quick
this pitiful vic never knew what
glock on the
make the dome just some blood
sure he was a young blood, physical and fit
and the whole neighbourhood heads negative
but he had it comin', ending
later on I figured out
talkin' loud, now stonecold on the
turnin' blue, these do
but not of shame
talkin' untamed 'bout some
make your family mourn your
so some don't start
some words are spoken
Once again, I ain't the one who all the stunts
low pro, this I
calmer one on the blunt
never do I'm told
and my head I
then I'm prepared for the man who acts bold
and my they know I love 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
they know gat on the lap, selfesteem grows
but I keep it as a secret, don't really live by the
just figure you chat about that
ends much quicker