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 can't tell who's a
you can't tell who's a hoodlum, 'cos
everyone tries be to suspense to
like robert
and cupid proclaims that he shoots it
and front with a stunt to move - it
all portray, to say
that they're all the way
but he play seems to
when they price to pay
well I so brother who buck you down for nothin'
listen up stupid, 'cos I tell a little
Some chitchat, pull a gat for that
chitchat, some pull a gat for that
One day I had to witness this sort of heavy
it seemed like a
how they moved that
this pitiful vic never what hittem
on the temple
make the dome just some blood
sure he was a blood, physical prime and fit
and the whole neighbourhood heads negative
but he had it comin', stiff
on I figured out motormouth
talkin' loud, now stonecold on the
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
Once again, I the one who pulls all the stunts
low pro, this I
calmer one on the blunt
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 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
they know gat on the lap, selfesteem grows
but I keep it as a secret, don't really by the trigger
figure when you chat about that
life much quicker