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

This no middleclass, talkin' some ghettotrash
but the ghettofash(ion) seems to spread quickfast
nowadays you can't tell a hoodlum
nowadays you tell who's a hoodlum
nowadays you can't tell a hoodlum, 'cos
everyone be packin' to suspense to
like ludlum
and every cupid that he shoots it
and front with a stunt to - troop it
all portray, to say
they're hard all the way
but he play seems to
they have price to pay
well I know so brother who buck you for nothin'
up stupid, 'cos I tell a little something
Some chitchat, some pull a gat for
some chitchat, some a gat for that
One day I had to witness sort of heavy riff
it like a trip
how they moved quick
this vic never knew what hittem
glock on the
make the dome just drip some
sure he was a blood, physical prime and fit
and the whole shook heads negative
but he had it comin', stiff
later on I figured out
loud, now stonecold on the ground
turnin' blue, these do
but not because of
talkin' 'bout some name
make your family mourn name
so some don't start
when some are spoken
again, I ain't the one who pulls all the stunts
low pro, this I
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 they I love the glock
but I ain't packin' for
'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 they know gat on the lap, grows
but I keep it as a secret, don't really live by the
just figure when you chat that
ends much quicker