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

This ain't no middleclass, talkin' ghettotrash
but the ghettofash(ion) seems to spread quickfast
nowadays you tell who's a hoodlum
nowadays you can't who's a hoodlum
nowadays you can't tell a hoodlum, 'cos
everyone be packin' to suspense to
robert ludlum
and every proclaims that he shoots it
and front with a stunt to move - it
all portray, to say
that hard all the way
but he seems to fade
they have price to pay
well I know so brother who buck you for nothin'
listen up stupid, 'cos I a little something
Some chitchat, pull a gat for that
some chitchat, some a gat for that
One day I had to this sort of heavy riff
it seemed a trip
how they that quick
this pitiful vic never knew hittem
glock on the
the dome just drip some blood
sure he was a blood, physical prime and fit
and the whole 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
talkin' untamed 'bout name
make your family mourn your
so don't start lookin'
some words are spoken
Once again, I the one who pulls all the stunts
low pro, this I
than one on the blunt
never do I'm told
and my I hold
then I'm prepared for the man who acts bold
and my folks they I love the glock
but I ain't 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 it as a secret, don't really live by the trigger
just when you chat about that
life ends quicker