Luyện nghe bài hát City Lights

(talking)

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

I know this african cat jet black, grill
Said we can split a a mil if I could get his wife killed.
The feds on him, 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.
fox, saw his face on america's most wanted.
With three seeds to feed, stressed out bricks.
So he got a fix, with his crackhead click.
Stay twisted, robbin young for their bucks.
One day he slipped up, caught two to his gut.
But he
To say the first shell shit.
you workin wit?
A 22 kid?
he flipped quick, bust back from four-fifths.
Six fire, four hit, one the pelvis.
The others went his wrist.
that for accurate?
The kids for life.
with a permanent limp.
He was ill when he was young, to raise his son.
Everytime beef come he the mac one-one.
Spendin two g's on gold to the hoes.
Got money in milwaukee with a on the low.
He the 5 boros, everyday fly
Thought he 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, fuck around and rob the cat.
For a hundred and eighty g's the God want his back.
Now a gun battle.
But the son fessin, he grabbed his wesson.
These lookin for me i'ma shoot their ass a lesson.
all out, kill or be killed, what's done 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 niggaz I stuck
black truck. give a fuck.
They want their cream, let my gat bust.
Let his fly, the God got hit twice he wounded.
The liquor started talkin know what he was doin.
He crashed the whip, out ran to sixth
a cab.
"yo take me to ave"
He did too much to live, and too to turn back.
Lay bleedin, why it had to end like that.
Nobodys left, the just me and myself.
In back the of the cab, son bled to death.
It's up he was a good nigga...

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

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

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

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