Luyện nghe bài hát Chinatown

Yeah, how many hitters can the rain
is only a test now
What we you it was comin'
We in of the scenes
And in of the scenes
So you gon' do now

wanna front on me
But know not to to me
I ten glocks
Ten rotts up in of me

Like they sprayin' sumin', like they sayin'
I gets my on like I'm DMX or somethin'
My reach is like Louis eighty-four
Your's is like seventy-seven slow

Thanks to Taebo, I'm two and O
When I catch a knock out bitches the cops out
Two for five spots, I the rocks out
Pop the out then clear the spot out

Nigga or bitch, you don't want no
My is a quick problem solver
Don't think I'm slippin'
Bitch, I ain't dumb, I carry a gun inside of my hair bun

ass niggas, I treat you like a bitch
Strap on a fake dick and you where you shit
I got that's three time felons
Leave ya body swellin', from ya melon

And it ain't no tellin' when the bodies start
Somebody took the and sold it to Helen Kelly
The guns and thing you about bring 'em out
Like I y'all havin' a gun drought

I'm a
I ain't rhymin' for the
I'ma relax and let my
Get in ya ass

All niggas is narrow, straight parrel
Nigga like Banger make you swallow the
Criminal I tryna battle on a ground or gravel
Through four the hollows travel

I got nines, more tangled lines
Who wanna wine and dine with Bris get in
I like I rhyme, niggas thirsty to shine
Can't mine, I'm one of a kind

Die slow, niggas is dust like pyro
You sleep with eyes close, might as well be blind fold
See how much my hold blast my one
Dos tres to the cuatro cinco, reload

How you want it, head or You soft like baby butt
When these Brooklyn niggas come threw their they tuck
For what, intimidated how we hop out the
Or the S Jag, y'all niggas straight fag

This is for my niggas who ain't have shit
Ridin' round town gun in masses
Copped out the ten years but had six
All the ghetto hoods only one bad bitch

This is for my who ain't never have shit
niggas up for all they stashes
Love cats with and Carti glasses
Nasty hoes who take it in they

I ain't tell y'all niggas where I'm from
I ain't never tell no bitch I cum
I'm far a lame you will never see me run
You how we do it beef jump into it

Mafia's the max out the squadron
Nine team, Mack 11 mobs men
Who said we ain't rich, Kim's bling a fortune
Queen Bee shootin' anything crawlin'

From now on on when I catch you niggas snorin'
Any fresh event you can bet sportin'
Betta town catch a flight in the mornin'
Get the cold out ya eyes somebody to die

Three niggas got three, niggas got to go
Hit em all in the row tic tac toe
Where you is where you finish at
Show y'all the meanin' of fam, dat

is for my niggas who ain't never have shit
Ridin' town with gun in masses
out the ten years but only had six
All the ghetto hoods with one bad bitch

This is for my bitches who ain't have shit
Settin' niggas up for all stashes
Love cats Roleys and Carti glasses
hoes who take it in they asses