Luyện nghe bài hát By Your Side

(Zalla B)

Hey Ikay... A B enuh,

(Ikay)

Cry homie... Let's do this,
Kay, Zalla... uh, yea, uh.

(Zalla B)

Bomb attack, da damn attack.

1

(Ikay)

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

2

(Zalla B)

Dat is di father seh,
Stand ghetto youth, dat is what di order seh,
Di pree when wi drop out is fi deh weh di deh,
But we a live a while so Ikay just hold di glock...
By side!
Cuz dem want fi we out,
So mi dip mi waist and pop di shotty out,
Ikay pop off di and mad fi cut di throat,
Pop off di Parker 40 and it mek yuh friend drop...
By side!
So actin like a bitch,
Cuz Zalla hitch,
And mi guns snitch,
All we do a hustle pon di a try fi get rich,
A di rhyme weh we mek vultures a pitch,
a run off dem mouth but dem don't know a shit,
Weed mi chalice, rizzla roll mi spliff,
Bad mind get a outta di K-Swiss,
Bomb attack! Ikay... yuh di drift?
Hey!
Zalla got di glock pon him line,
Mek di vibrate like a bass line,
Telescope scope him up to di line,
Dats da damn and gangstas nuh waste time,
Cry takin' 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 and Ikay want a Rover,

(Ikay)

da dream of every soldier,

(Zalla B)

Innah Clarks and over,

(Ikay)

Hennessey in da sofa,

(Zalla B)

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

(Ikay)

Yea, we just for a way out,

(Zalla B)

Yow Ikay... yea,

(Ikay)

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

(Zalla B)

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