Luyện nghe bài hát Chinatown

Yeah, how many hitters can stand the
is only a test now
What we you it was comin'
We in of the scenes
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 sprayin' sumin', like they sayin' sumin'
I gets my bark on I'm DMX or somethin'
My reach is like Louis eighty-four
is like Evander seventy-seven slow

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

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

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

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

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

All ya'll niggas is narrow, straight
like Banger make you swallow the barrel
Criminal I tryna battle on a ground or gravel
Through make the hollows travel

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

Die slow, y'all niggas is like pyro
You with your eyes close, might as well be blind fold
See how much my nine hold my one
Dos to the cuatro cinco, reload bitch

How you it, head or gut? You soft like baby butt
these Brooklyn niggas come threw their jewels they tuck
For what, intimidated how we hop out the
Or the S type Jag, niggas straight fag

This is for my niggas who never have shit
Ridin' round town with gun in
out the ten years but only had six
All the hoods with only one bad bitch

This is for my bitches who never have shit
niggas up for all they stashes
Love with Roleys and Carti glasses
Nasty hoes who it in they asses

I ain't gotta tell niggas where I'm from
I ain't tell no bitch when I cum
I'm far from a lame you will see me run
You know how we do it beef into it

the gang max out the squadron
Nine millimeter team, Mack 11 men
Who said we ain't rich, Kim's bling cost a
Queen Bee niggas anything crawlin'

From now on it's on when I catch you 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

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

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

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