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 passed and I 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!
Life's down here,
Kids starve here,
But da law care,
So many brothers in da morgue here,
Yo nigga! I got you in my heart here,
Some day 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 love me, mom don't want me,
Why all these pain gotta me?
I roam da cold streets... my mom got sick and I do shit,
Her son get rich,
trade every 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 makin your heart break,
That ain't right! I been putting my in da wrong place,
Been round da wrong face,
You can take all I got me,
Set da on me,
Always have my dreams and you can't take that 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 speak da truth and da 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 life and I 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 peace from da they puffin,
I'm a for life, can't be no husband,
Cuz is hustling,
Dem broads will ya house, hustle ya cars,
No love! For da they 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,
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,
in da cell doin 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 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 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 stop actin a bitch,
Cuz neva 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,
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 catch di
Hey!
got di glock pon him waist line,
Mek di streets vibrate a bass line,
scope him up to di face line,
Dats da damn 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 ain't over,

(Zalla B)

Cuz me want a 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 devil Fantan Mojah,
Jah! closer,
Yeah! because every ghetto 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 Nation over,
Zalla, Ikay...
Let know! For real...

(Zalla B)

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