Luyện nghe bài hát City High

[Intro: Deck (sample)]
(Everybody on the grind, son) 8 million in the naked 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 with the wolves, with the pitbulls
For fistfuls of dollars and cents, we pistols
Plotting out elaborate to get our hands on some
Lofts of land or maybe, of plans and they be
Forcing my hand to me, off this man
I claimed killer, I came iller stayed realer
Our grows, traveled the globe, fans applauded
But my heart still roaming the streets, still calling
Boat names cocaine dreams 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 years left, blessed to be here
When they said "At fifteen he'll be dead"
I'm heavy head steady sipping Rmy Red
fellow trying to keep my mind settled
Child of the ghetto, survived where echo

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

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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 knuckle grind deep inside the struggle
I don't give a about much but my beloved and such
'Cause to trust but us
It's New York life, walk like you talk like
Or you mi