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

This ain't no middleclass, some ghettotrash
but the whole ghettofash(ion) seems to spread
nowadays you can't tell a hoodlum
nowadays you can't who's a hoodlum
you can't tell who's a hoodlum, 'cos
everyone be packin' to suspense to
robert ludlum
and every cupid proclaims that he it
and front a stunt to move - troop it
all portray, to say
that hard all the way
but he seems to fade
when have price to pay
well I know so brother who buck you down for
listen up stupid, 'cos I tell a little
Some chitchat, some pull a gat for
some chitchat, pull a gat for that
One day I had to witness this of heavy riff
it seemed a trip
how they that quick
this pitiful vic never knew hittem
on the temple
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
later on I out motormouth
talkin' loud, now stonecold on the
turnin' blue, these do
but not of shame
talkin' untamed some name
make your family your name
so some start lookin'
when words are spoken
Once again, I the one who pulls all the stunts
low pro, this I
than one on the blunt
never do what I'm
and my head I
then again I'm for the man who acts bold
and my folks they know I love the
but I packin' for luck
'cos I'm stuck
the way you is the way you die
food for thought, for ego bigheads who fly too high
and the at the gym
well know gat on the lap, selfesteem grows
but I keep it as a secret, don't live by the trigger
just figure when you chat about
life ends much