Luyện nghe bài hát City Lights

(talking)

Young niggaz livin street life on the edge
Not if tomorrow they could turn up dead.
Yo regular cops niggaz get scoped by the feds.
The live in bloodshed (yo), we live in bloodshed.

I know this african cat jet black, grill
Said we can a half a mil if I could get his wife killed.
The on him, jake to pull seven on patrol.
Cops shot on the by his man thats on parole.
Now he haunted, had a big screen but he it.
Watchin fox, saw his on america's most wanted.
With three to feed, stressed out like bricks.
So he got a fix, roll his crackhead click.
twisted, robbin young ducks for their bucks.
One day he slipped up, caught two to his gut.
But he
To say the shell wasnt shit.
What you wit?
A 22 kid?
Then he flipped quick, bust from four-fifths.
Six fire, hit, one crushed the pelvis.
The others through his wrist.
that for accurate?
The scarred for life.
Equipped with a limp.
He was ill he was young, tryin to raise his son.
beef come he blast the mac one-one.
Spendin two g's on gold to the hoes.
Got in milwaukee with a house on the low.
He the 5 boros, everyday fly
he couldn't die.
Bags of hydro in da 5, high.
He had a rep for hijackin, extortion, kidnappin.
Shootin up clubs, drug trafficking.
He met his match, around and rob the wrong cat.
For a and eighty g's the God want his cream back.
Now a gun battle.
But the son ain't fessin, he his wesson.
These niggaz lookin for me i'ma shoot ass a lesson.
Going all out, kill or be killed, what's is done.
These niggaz not stoppin me from my fun.
He at the tunnel, his whip, rims dipped.
Had to much cavarsia so he to slip.
Oh shit! their go dem that I stuck
That truck. give a fuck.
want their cream, i'ma let my gat bust.
Let his fly, the God got hit twice he wounded.
The liquor talkin didn't know what he was doin.
He the whip, jumped out ran to sixth
a cab.
"yo me to madison ave"
He did too much to live, and too much to back.
Lay bleedin, why it had to end like that.
Nobodys left, the just me and myself.
In back the back of the cab, son to death.
fucked up he was a good nigga...

[word up..the stories..know what I'm sayin.]
[word up, wit the inner kids...yeah.]

wild niggaz livin street life on the edge
Not knowin if tomorrow they could up dead.
Yo fuck cops niggaz get scoped by the feds.
The live in bloodshed (yo), we live in bloodshed.

Young wild niggaz livin street on the edge
Not if tomorrow they could turn up dead.
Yo fuck cops niggaz get scoped by the feds.
The ghetto in bloodshed (yo), we live in bloodshed.

And we die in bloodshed, up.
We born to the paradise so respect your life, up.
Black man on, word up.
strong..to the knotty one..men on lock down.
up.
Gun rule, the bx, bk, what I'm sayin, shaolin.
Word up, queens niggaz, up