Luyện nghe bài hát City High

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

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

Inspectah Deck]
I'm just a guy living fly getting high
Live it till I die by, whipping by
Stand solidified big times to sides
Here's your 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

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