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)

Bomb attack, dats da attack.

1

(Ikay)

I pour out liquors for my down 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,
Just be...
By side!
hard down here,
Kids starve here,
But da law care,
So brothers 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 can take my spot,
Da streets 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 trade cent and shine on my wrist,
to be...
By Side!
I you mama,
I da stress you under,
Ten pain and da rest is drama,
I'm nothing but ache,
All my life I been your 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,
have my dreams and you can't take that from me,
Yea I hustle... spend a drug money,
It's for a new start,
I got in Kingston, niggaz in New York,
My still glistens,
I still da truth and da block still listens,
I blow smoke in da sky for my that strive or they locked in prison,
I'm firm in da street like a wit a anchor,
God you me life and I thank ya,
I got all these tattoos knowin day it's gonna give me cancer,
A is coming, to me a change is nothing,
Let it rain, let it da suffering,
My homies get peace from da trees 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 they get in ya drawers,
And be...
By side!
amazing, my nigga Craig just hop in da Benz,
Made da get wit it again,
I do this for my up in da pen,
I out some liquor for them,
It's da I'm statin', a red apple attracts temptation,
Kay from da dirt, da new black sensation,
What do you do when ya life a strife 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 be scared, somebody 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 wi drop out is fi deh weh di father deh,
But we a gwaan live a while so Ikay hold di glock...
By side!
Cuz dem fi drop 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 actin like a bitch,
Cuz neva hitch,
And mi guns snitch,
All we do a pon di street a try fi get rich,
A di rhyme weh we mek vultures a pitch,
Come a run off dem mouth but dem don't a shit,
Weed innah mi chalice, rizzla mi spliff,
Bad get a kick outta di K-Swiss,
Bomb attack! Ikay... yuh catch di
Hey!
Zalla got di pon him waist line,
Mek di streets like a bass line,
Telescope him up to di face line,
Dats da damn and gangstas nuh waste time,
Cry takin' over,

(Ikay)

Zalla told ya,

(Zalla B)

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

(Ikay)

Dis ain't over,

(Zalla B)

Cuz me want a Benz and Ikay 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 devil Fantan Mojah,
Jah! closer,
Yeah! every ghetto youths wanna 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)

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