Luyện nghe bài hát City Lights

(talking)

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

I know this cat jet black, gold grill
Said we can split a half a mil if I could get his killed.
The feds on him, to pull seven on patrol.
shot on the stroll by his man thats on parole.
Now he haunted, had a big screen but he it.
Watchin fox, saw his face on most wanted.
With three to feed, stressed out like bricks.
So he got a fix, roll 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 shell wasnt shit.
What you workin
A rusty 22
he flipped quick, bust back from four-fifths.
Six fire, hit, one crushed the pelvis.
The others went his wrist.
that for accurate?
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.
Spendin two g's on gold to the hoes.
Got money in 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, fuck and rob the wrong 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.
Going all out, or be killed, what's done is done.
These niggaz not stoppin me from my fun.
He at the tunnel, flexin his whip, dipped.
Had to cavarsia so he started to slip.
Oh shit! their go dem niggaz I stuck
That black truck. a fuck.
want their cream, i'ma let my gat bust.
Let his shells fly, the God got hit he wounded.
The liquor started 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 of the cab, son bled to death.
fucked up he was a good nigga...

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

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

Young wild 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.

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