Luyện nghe bài hát City High

[Intro: Deck (sample)]
(Everybody on the grind, son) 8 million stories in the city
(Everybody trying to eat) (It's gonna be a struggle, in this hustle)
This is just one (Trying to bubble, to live this) Realize..

Deck]
We dance with the wolves, with the pitbulls
For fistfuls of and cents, we empty pistols
Plotting out elaborate scams to get our on some
Lofts of land or maybe, thoughts of and they be
Forcing my hand to me, off this man
I never claimed killer, I came stayed realer
Our chance grows, traveled the globe, applauded
But my heart still roaming the streets, still calling
Boat with cocaine dreams screaming "I own the game!"
I'm so stained Novacaine doesn't slow the
so many I don't fear death, no tears left
Numbers of my years left, blessed to be here
When they said "At fifteen he'll be dead"
I'm here heavy steady sipping Rmy Red
Wild trying to keep my mind settled
Child of the ghetto, survived where echo

Inspectah Deck]
I'm a city guy living fly getting high
it till I die getting by, whipping by
Stand solidified big times to sides
Here's ticket right, follow if you feel my vibe... (My vibe)

Deck]
Yo, we up, ten in the lab, weapons to blast
One with the city, for sections of land

sleep till the check's in my hand
It's still a hustle, bare knuckle knee deep inside the struggle
I give a fuck about much but my beloved and such
'Cause to trust but us
New York life, walk like what you talk like
Or you mi