Luyện nghe bài hát City High

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

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We dance the wolves, wrestle with the pitbulls
For fistfuls of dollars and cents, we empty
Plotting out elaborate scams to get our hands on
Lofts of land or maybe, thoughts of and they be
Forcing my hand to make me, off man
I never killer, I came iller stayed realer
Our chance grows, the globe, fans applauded
But my heart still roaming the streets, still calling
names with cocaine dreams screaming "I own the game!"
I'm so stained Novacaine slow the pain
Lost so many I don't death, no tears left
Numbers of my years left, to be here left
When they "At fifteen he'll be already dead"
I'm heavy head steady sipping Rmy Red
Wild trying to keep my mind settled
Child of the ghetto, survived nines echo

[Chorus: Deck]
I'm just a city guy fly getting high
Live it till I die getting by, by
Stand big times to different sides
Here's your ticket right, follow if you my vibe... (My vibe)

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

Can't sleep till the check's in my
It's still a hustle, bare grind knee deep inside the struggle
I don't give a fuck about much but my and such
'Cause nobody to but us
New York life, walk like what you talk like
Or you mi