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

This no middleclass, talkin' some ghettotrash
but the whole ghettofash(ion) seems to quickfast
nowadays you can't who's a hoodlum
you can't tell who's a hoodlum
nowadays you can't tell a hoodlum, 'cos
tries be packin' to suspense to
like robert
and every cupid that 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 they have to pay
I know so brother who buck you down for nothin'
listen up stupid, I tell a little something
Some chitchat, some pull a gat for
some chitchat, some pull a gat for
One day I had to witness this sort of riff
it seemed a trip
how they moved that
this pitiful vic never knew what
on the temple
make the dome drip some blood
sure he was a young blood, physical and fit
and the neighbourhood shook heads negative
but he had it comin', stiff
later on I out motormouth
loud, now stonecold on the ground
turnin' blue, these do
but not because of
talkin' untamed 'bout name
make your family mourn your
so some don't lookin'
when words are spoken
again, I ain't the one who pulls all the stunts
low pro, I know
calmer one on the blunt
never do what I'm
and my head I
then again I'm prepared for the man who bold
and my they know 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 who fly too high
and the at the gym
well they know gat on the lap, selfesteem
but I keep it as a secret, really live by the trigger
figure when you chat about that
life ends quicker