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

This ain't no middleclass, talkin' some
but the ghettofash(ion) seems to spread quickfast
nowadays you can't who's a hoodlum
nowadays you can't tell a hoodlum
nowadays you tell who's a hoodlum, 'cos
everyone tries be to suspense to
robert ludlum
and every cupid proclaims he shoots it
and with a stunt to move - troop it
all portray, to say
that they're all the way
but he play to fade
when have price to pay
well I know so brother who you down for nothin'
listen up stupid, 'cos I tell a little
Some chitchat, pull a gat for that
some chitchat, some a gat for that
One day I had to this sort of heavy riff
it seemed a trip
how they moved that
pitiful vic never knew what hittem
glock on the
make the dome drip some blood
he was a young blood, physical prime and fit
and the neighbourhood shook heads negative
but he had it comin', ending
on I figured out motormouth
talkin' loud, now stonecold on the
turnin' blue, these do
but not because of
untamed 'bout some name
make your family mourn name
so some don't start
when words are spoken
again, I ain't the one who pulls all the stunts
low pro, this I
calmer one on the blunt
never do what I'm
and my head I
then I'm prepared for the man who acts bold
and my folks they know I the glock
but I ain't packin' for
'cos then I'm
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, selfesteem
but I keep it as a secret, don't really live by the
figure when you chat about that
life much quicker