Luyện nghe bài hát City Lights

(talking)

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.

I know african cat jet black, gold grill
Said we can split a a mil if I could get his wife killed.
The feds on him, jake to pull 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, with his crackhead click.
twisted, robbin young ducks for their bucks.
One day he slipped up, two shells to his gut.
But he
To say the first wasnt shit.
What you workin
A rusty 22
Then he flipped quick, bust from four-fifths.
Six fire, four hit, one the pelvis.
The others went his wrist.
How's that for
The kids for life.
Equipped with a limp.
He was ill when he was young, tryin to his son.
Everytime beef he blast the mac one-one.
two g's on gold to impress the hoes.
Got money in milwaukee a house on the low.
He the 5 boros, everyday fly
Thought he die.
of hydro in da 5, gettin high.
He had a rep for hijackin, extortion, kidnappin.
Shootin up clubs, airport trafficking.
He met his match, fuck and rob the wrong cat.
For a hundred and eighty g's the God his cream back.
Now a gun battle.
But the son fessin, he grabbed his wesson.
These niggaz lookin for me i'ma their ass a lesson.
all out, kill or be killed, what's done is done.
These not stoppin me from havin my fun.
He at the tunnel, flexin his whip, dipped.
Had to much so he started to slip.
Oh shit! their go dem that I stuck
That black truck. a fuck.
They their cream, i'ma let my gat bust.
Let his fly, the God got hit twice he wounded.
The liquor started didn't know what he was doin.
He crashed the whip, out ran to sixth
a cab.
"yo take me to ave"
He did too to live, and too much to turn back.
Lay bleedin, wonderin why it had to end that.
Nobodys left, the world 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.]

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

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

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