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

This no middleclass, talkin' some ghettotrash
but the whole ghettofash(ion) seems to quickfast
you can't tell who's a hoodlum
nowadays you tell who's a hoodlum
nowadays you tell who's a hoodlum, 'cos
tries be packin' to suspense to
like ludlum
and cupid proclaims 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
well I know so who buck you down for nothin'
listen up stupid, 'cos I tell a little
Some chitchat, some pull a gat for
some chitchat, some pull a gat for
One day I had to witness this sort of heavy
it like a trip
how they that quick
this pitiful vic never knew what
on the temple
make the just drip some blood
sure he was a blood, physical prime and fit
and the whole neighbourhood shook negative
but he had it comin', ending
on I figured out motormouth
talkin' loud, now on the ground
blue, these bodies do
but not of shame
talkin' 'bout some name
make family mourn your name
so don't start lookin'
some words are spoken
Once again, I the one who pulls all the stunts
low pro, I know
than one on the blunt
never do what I'm
and my I hold
again I'm prepared for the man who acts bold
and my folks know I love the glock
but I ain't packin' for
then 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 they gat on the lap, selfesteem grows
but I keep it as a secret, don't really live by the
just figure when you chat about
life much quicker