Luyện nghe bài hát City Lights

(talking)

Young 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 ghetto in bloodshed (yo), we live in bloodshed.

I know this cat jet black, gold grill
Said we can split a a mil if I could get his wife 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 but he pawned it.
fox, saw his face on america's most wanted.
With three to feed, stressed out like bricks.
So he got a fix, roll with his click.
Stay twisted, young ducks for their bucks.
One day he slipped up, caught two to his gut.
But he
To say the first wasnt shit.
What you workin
A 22 kid?
Then he flipped quick, bust from four-fifths.
Six fire, hit, one crushed the pelvis.
The went through his wrist.
How's for accurate?
The kids for life.
Equipped with a limp.
He was ill when he was young, tryin to his son.
Everytime beef come he the mac one-one.
two g's on gold to impress the hoes.
Got money in milwaukee with a on the low.
He played the 5 boros, fly
he couldn't die.
Bags of in da 5, gettin high.
He had a rep for hijackin, extortion, kidnappin.
up clubs, airport 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 for me i'ma shoot their ass a lesson.
Going all out, kill or be killed, what's 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 niggaz that I
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 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 world me and myself.
In back the back of the cab, son to death.
It's fucked up he was a nigga...

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

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

Young wild niggaz street life on the edge
Not knowin if tomorrow they turn up dead.
Yo fuck regular cops 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, know I'm sayin, shaolin.
Word up, queens niggaz, up