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 down niggaz,
Four years passed and I 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!
hard down here,
Kids down here,
But da law care,
So many brothers in da 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 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 pain gotta haunt me?
I roam da cold streets... my mom got sick and I do shit,
Her son get rich,
I'll trade every 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 I been makin your heart break,
ain't right! I been putting my fate in da wrong place,
Been smiling round da face,
You can take all I got me,
Set da on me,
Always my dreams and you can't take that from me,
Yea I hustle... spend a drug money,
time for a new start,
I got in Kingston, niggaz in New York,
My glock 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 me life and I thank ya,
I got all these tattoos knowin some day it's gonna me cancer,
A is coming, to me a change is nothing,
Let it rain, let it da suffering,
My homies get peace from da they puffin,
I'm a for life, can't be no husband,
Cuz is hustling,
Dem will hustle ya house, hustle ya cars,
No love! For da money wanna 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 for my niggaz up in da pen,
I pour out 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 becomes a and you just wanna die,
in ya eyes,
Cuz ya best friend up 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 firm ghetto youth, dat is what di 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 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 Parker 40 and it mek yuh friend drop...
By side!
So stop like a bitch,
Cuz Zalla 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 but dem don't know a shit,
innah mi chalice, rizzla roll mi spliff,
Bad mind get a outta di K-Swiss,
Bomb attack! Ikay... yuh di drift?
Hey!
got di glock pon him waist line,
Mek di streets vibrate like a line,
Telescope scope him up to di line,
da damn attack and gangstas nuh waste time,
Cry takin' over,

(Ikay)

Remember told ya,

(Zalla B)

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

(Ikay)

Dis game over,

(Zalla B)

Cuz me a Benz and Ikay 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! 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 takin over,
Zalla, Ikay...
Let know! For real...

(Zalla B)

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