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)

attack, dats da damn attack.

1

(Ikay)

I pour out for my laid down niggaz,
Four years passed and I still ya,
In my mind I paint a picture of da time I used to hang wit ya,
The day you died, I cried,
wanna be...
By side!
Life's hard here,
starve down here,
But da law care,
So many in da morgue down here,
Yo nigga! I got you in my heart here,
day I'll 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 streets love me, mom don't want me,
Why all pain gotta haunt me?
I da cold streets... my mom got sick and I can't do shit,
Her son get rich,
I'll trade every and shine on my wrist,
to be...
By Side!
I you mama,
I know da you under,
Ten percent pain and da is drama,
I'm but heart ache,
All my I been makin your heart break,
That ain't right! I been my fate in da wrong place,
smiling round 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... spend a 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 in da street like a ship wit a anchor,
God you me life and I thank ya,
I got all these tattoos knowin some day gonna give me cancer,
A is coming, to me a change is nothing,
Let it rain, let it da suffering,
My homies get from da trees they puffin,
I'm a playa for life, be no husband,
Cuz is hustling,
Dem broads will hustle ya house, ya cars,
No love! For da money they get in ya drawers,
And be...
By side!
It's amazing, my nigga Craig 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,
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 strife and you just die,
in ya eyes,
Cuz ya best friend up in da sky,
And hell down here,
Niggaz in da doin years,
don't be scared, somebody cares,
God is right...
By side!

2

(Zalla B)

Dat is di father seh,
Stand firm ghetto youth, dat is di order seh,
Di pree when wi 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 mi waist and pop di shotty out,
Ikay pop off di 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 hustle pon di a try fi get rich,
A di rhyme weh we spit mek a pitch,
a run off dem mouth but dem don't know a shit,
Weed innah mi chalice, rizzla mi spliff,
Bad mind get a kick di K-Swiss,
attack! Ikay... yuh catch di drift?
Hey!
Zalla got di pon him waist line,
Mek di vibrate like a bass line,
Telescope scope him up to di line,
Dats da attack and gangstas nuh waste time,
Cry Nation over,

(Ikay)

Remember told ya,

(Zalla B)

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

(Ikay)

Dis game over,

(Zalla B)

Cuz me want a Benz and Ikay a Rover,

(Ikay)

Dats da of every soldier,

(Zalla B)

Innah Clarks and over,

(Ikay)

Sippin in da sofa,

(Zalla B)

Jehovah! mi exposure,
Bun di devil 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 takin over,
Zalla, Ikay...
Let know! For real...

(Zalla B)

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