Luyện nghe bài hát Chinatown

Yeah, how hitters can stand the rain
This is a test now
we told you it was comin'
We in front of the
And in back of the
So you gon' do now

Bitches front on me
But not to come to me
I ten glocks
Ten rotts up in of me

Like they sumin', like they sayin' sumin'
I my bark on like I'm DMX or somethin'
My reach is like Louis stiff
Your's is like Evander seventy-seven

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

Nigga or bitch, you don't no problems
My revolver is a quick problem
never think I'm slippin'
Bitch, I ain't dumb, I carry a stun gun inside of my bun

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

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

I'm a
I rhymin' for the cash
I'ma and let my niggas
Get in ya ass

All ya'll is narrow, straight parrel
like Banger make you swallow the barrel
Criminal I ain't battle on a ground or gravel
four make the hollows travel

I got Montana nines, tangled lines
Who wine and dine with Bris get in line
I fight like I rhyme, thirsty to shine
jack mine, I'm one of a kind

Die slow, y'all niggas is dust pyro
You sleep with your eyes close, might as be blind fold
See how my nine hold blast my one
Dos tres to the cuatro cinco, reload

How you want it, head or gut? You soft baby butt
When these niggas come threw their jewels 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
out the ten years but only had six
All the ghetto with only one bad bitch

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

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

Mafia's the max out the squadron
Nine millimeter team, 11 mobs men
Who said we rich, Kim's bling cost a fortune
Queen Bee shootin' anything crawlin'

From now on it's on I catch you niggas snorin'
Any fresh event you can bet niggas
Betta leave town catch a in the mornin'
Get the cold out ya eyes 'bout to die

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

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

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