Luyện nghe bài hát City High

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

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

Inspectah Deck]
I'm just a city guy living fly getting
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)

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

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