Luyện nghe bài hát By Your Side

(Zalla B)

Hey Ikay... A B enuh,

(Ikay)

Cry Nation homie... do this,
Kay, Zalla... uh, yea, uh.

(Zalla B)

attack, dats da damn attack.

1

(Ikay)

I pour out for my laid down niggaz,
Four passed and I still miss ya,
In my mind I paint a picture of da time I used to hang wit ya,
The day you died, I cried,
Just be...
By side!
Life's hard here,
Kids down here,
But da law care,
So many in da morgue down here,
Yo nigga! I got you in my heart here,
Some day be...
By side!
My all I got
Why try and be that I'm not,
So many on my block,
I'm but no fool can take my spot,
Da streets don't me, mom don't want me,
Why all these pain haunt me?
I roam da cold streets... my mom got and I can't do shit,
Her son get rich,
I'll trade every cent and on my wrist,
to be...
By Side!
I you mama,
I know da you under,
Ten pain and da rest is drama,
I'm but heart ache,
All my life I makin your heart break,
That ain't right! I putting my fate in da wrong place,
Been smiling da wrong face,
You can all I got from me,
Set da on me,
Always have my dreams and you can't take from me,
Yea I hustle... a little drug money,
It's for a new start,
I got niggaz in Kingston, in New York,
My still glistens,
I still da truth and da block still listens,
I blow smoke in da sky for my niggaz that strive or they in prison,
I'm firm in da street a ship wit a anchor,
God you give me and I thank ya,
I got all tattoos knowin some day it's gonna give me cancer,
A is coming, to me a change is nothing,
Let it rain, let it da suffering,
My get peace from da trees they puffin,
I'm a playa for life, be no husband,
Cuz is hustling,
Dem will hustle ya house, hustle ya cars,
No love! For da money they get in ya drawers,
And be...
By side!
It's amazing, my nigga just hop in da Benz,
Made da get wit it again,
I do for my niggaz up in da pen,
I out some liquor for them,
It's da I'm statin', a red apple attracts temptation,
Kay rise da dirt, da new black sensation,
What do you do when ya becomes a strife and you just wanna die,
in ya eyes,
Cuz ya best friend up in da sky,
And it's hell here,
in da cell doin years,
Nigga be scared, somebody cares,
God is right...
By side!

2

(Zalla B)

Dat is di father seh,
firm ghetto youth, dat is what di order seh,
Di when wi drop out is fi deh weh di father deh,
But we a gwaan a while so Ikay just hold di glock...
By side!
Cuz dem want fi we out,
So mi dip innah mi waist and pop di out,
pop off di chopper and mad fi cut di throat,
Pop off di 40 and buss it mek yuh friend drop...
By side!
So stop like a bitch,
Cuz Zalla hitch,
And mi neva snitch,
All we do a hustle pon di a try fi get rich,
A di rhyme weh we spit mek a pitch,
Come a run off dem mouth but dem know a shit,
Weed mi chalice, rizzla roll mi spliff,
Bad get a kick outta di K-Swiss,
Bomb attack! Ikay... yuh di drift?
Hey!
Zalla got di pon him waist line,
Mek di streets vibrate like a line,
Telescope scope him up to di line,
Dats da damn attack and gangstas nuh time,
Cry Nation over,

(Ikay)

Remember Zalla ya,

(Zalla B)

Deh pon di gully and we a try fi mek it over,

(Ikay)

Dis ain't over,

(Zalla B)

Cuz me want a Benz and want a Rover,

(Ikay)

Dats da of every soldier,

(Zalla B)

Clarks and pull over,

(Ikay)

Sippin in da sofa,

(Zalla B)

Jehovah! mi exposure,
Bun di like Fantan Mojah,
Jah! closer,
Yeah! because every ghetto youths be...
By side!

(Ikay)

Yea, we lookin for a way out,

(Zalla B)

Yow Ikay... yea,

(Ikay)

You know! Da way possible,
Yo Nicko! I see you man,
Cry Nation over,
Zalla, Ikay...
Let know! For real...

(Zalla B)

Bomb attack, da damn attack,
Cry Nation!
Yuh know.