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

This ain't no middleclass, talkin' ghettotrash
but the ghettofash(ion) seems to spread quickfast
nowadays you can't who's a hoodlum
nowadays you tell who's a hoodlum
you can't tell who's a hoodlum, 'cos
everyone tries be packin' to to
like ludlum
and every proclaims that he shoots it
and front with a to move - troop it
all portray, to say
that hard all the way
but he seems to fade
when they price to pay
well I know so who buck you down for nothin'
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 this sort of heavy riff
it like a trip
how they that quick
pitiful vic never knew what hittem
glock on the
make the dome just drip blood
sure he was a young blood, physical and fit
and the whole neighbourhood shook negative
but he had it comin', ending
later on I out motormouth
talkin' loud, now stonecold on the
turnin' blue, these do
but not of shame
talkin' 'bout some name
make your mourn your name
so don't start lookin'
when words are spoken
Once again, I ain't the one who pulls all the
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 folks they I love the glock
but I ain't 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 know gat on the lap, grows
but I keep it as a secret, really live by the trigger
just figure when you chat about
life ends much