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 tell who's a hoodlum
nowadays you can't who's a hoodlum, 'cos
tries be packin' to suspense to
like robert
and every cupid proclaims he shoots it
and front a stunt to move - troop it
all portray, to say
that hard all the way
but he seems to fade
when they have to pay
well I so brother who buck you down for nothin'
up stupid, 'cos I tell a little something
Some chitchat, some a gat for that
chitchat, some pull a gat for that
One day I had to witness this sort of riff
it seemed like a
how they moved that
this pitiful vic never knew 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', stiff
on I figured out motormouth
talkin' loud, now on the ground
blue, these bodies do
but not because of
untamed 'bout some name
make your family mourn name
so some don't lookin'
some words are spoken
Once again, I ain't the one who all the stunts
low pro, this I
calmer than one on the
never do I'm told
and my head I
then I'm prepared for the man who acts bold
and my folks they know I love the
but I ain't packin' for
'cos then I'm
the way you is the way you die
some for thought, for ego bigheads who fly too high
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 that
life much quicker