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

This no middleclass, talkin' some ghettotrash
but the ghettofash(ion) seems to spread quickfast
nowadays you tell who's a hoodlum
nowadays you can't tell a hoodlum
nowadays you can't tell a hoodlum, 'cos
everyone be packin' to suspense to
like ludlum
and every proclaims that he shoots it
and with a stunt to move - troop it
all portray, to say
they're hard all the way
but he play seems to
when they have to pay
well I know so brother who buck you down for
listen up stupid, 'cos I tell a little
Some chitchat, some a gat for that
chitchat, some pull a gat for that
One day I had to witness sort of heavy riff
it like a trip
how moved that quick
this pitiful vic never knew hittem
glock on the
make the just drip some blood
sure he was a young blood, prime and fit
and the whole neighbourhood shook negative
but he had it comin', stiff
later on I out motormouth
loud, now stonecold on the ground
turnin' blue, these do
but not of shame
talkin' 'bout some name
make your family your name
so don't start lookin'
when some 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 acts
and my folks they I love the glock
but I ain't for luck
'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, grows
but I keep it as a secret, don't really live by the
just figure when you chat about
ends much quicker