Luyện nghe bài hát Chinatown

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

Bitches wanna on me
But not to come to me
I keep ten
Ten rotts up in of me

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

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

or bitch, you don't want no problems
My is a quick problem solver
Don't never think I'm
Bitch, I dumb, I carry a stun gun inside of my hair bun

Hatin' ass niggas, I treat you like a
on a fake dick and stick you where you shit
I got warriors three time felons
Leave ya body swellin', leakin' 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 havin' a gun

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

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

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

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

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

This is for my niggas who ain't never have
Ridin' round town with gun in
Copped out the ten 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
Love cats with Roleys and Carti
Nasty who take it in they asses

I ain't gotta tell y'all niggas I'm from
I ain't tell no bitch when I cum
I'm far from a lame you will see me run
You how we do it beef jump 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 on when I catch you niggas snorin'
Any fresh event you can bet niggas
Betta leave town a flight in the mornin'
Get the out ya eyes somebody 'bout to die

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

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