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

This ain't no middleclass, talkin' some
but the whole ghettofash(ion) seems to spread
nowadays you can't tell who's a
nowadays you can't who's a hoodlum
you can't tell who's a hoodlum, 'cos
everyone be packin' to suspense to
robert ludlum
and every proclaims that he shoots it
and front with a stunt to - troop it
all portray, to say
that hard all the way
but he play to fade
when have price to pay
well I know so brother who buck you down for
listen up stupid, I tell a little something
Some chitchat, some a gat for that
some chitchat, some a gat for that
One day I had to witness this sort of riff
it seemed a trip
how moved that 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 whole neighbourhood shook negative
but he had it comin', stiff
later on I figured out
loud, now stonecold on the ground
turnin' blue, bodies do
but not of shame
talkin' untamed some name
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
than one on the blunt
never do what I'm
and my I hold
then again I'm prepared for the man who bold
and my they know I love the glock
but I packin' for luck
then I'm stuck
the way you is the way you die
some food for thought, for ego bigheads who fly too
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 ends quicker