Luyện nghe bài hát East Side Story

[intro: buddha
Allah is god, we came to travel
And speak the truth to those who do not themselves.
We do the to everythin in our existence
And expense forth the truth. if you stand on your
Own two feet, what be done? nothin, you shall die
In your own inequity. I want to feel me.
Let allah take this path to teach the truth to
Who do not themselves.

fensta]
Heat a pressure cooker
Hard-boiled, like an egg, mad that over-looked ya
Damn, shit never go right for a like me
All my plots and schemes much shattered dreams
Forced to my situation, realization
I'm 5% of the original nation who know the
The youth nowadays are color-coded, eroded
Like rust on bumpers of old chevy's 1962
I used to cop 'em, but I had to 'em
Get shaky ground, still I roam the compound
Like the saint, who I am
I might rob the bank in your town
Went from in crates on quincy street
Never havin a refridgerator full of to eat
out the windows of east new york
Was knowledge, understandin when I stoppin pork

[spiritual of zu manchuz]
Yo, pictures record my wonder
The narrator, I write like and journals
Layin with the bitch too much, in pools of pussy
Mentally you out your zone, I'm livin un-satisfied
My eyes want to see gold in my palm
suedes clark's, the fonz is poetry, islam is science
Project scatters the grounds, whips and tyrants
the same palace shit like the total thumper
Second time on this planet, tooken for granted
Advantage, presto, settle for less, strictly quality garments
Yo, exercise your right to bear arms, peace to salute the
Constitution, precious in her life
From stark 8, is life, extremely fast

[buddha
Yo, life's full of savagery and the devil's still after me
I drink bacardi to set the mind free, puff trees in the black
I'm still hurtin from the shit the devil's servin
It feels like a sayonce, but I'm trapped in
Yo, me, oh, my it's chaos, livin in my
up, back up, for this time you must die

[chorus: dragon of zu manchuz]
watched niggaz get shot rocked, they cold ass locked up
In cells blocks, of our lives, cheatin wives
Takin a nigga's pie, enemies in disguise
Take ya clientel, ya and leave ya with the lies

[manly of zu ninjaz]
Yo, my fam's royal, hot like rotten camels in the
Drinkin rum, by these bitches rubbin me with baby oil
We all loyal with big gats, connect like seeds and bean with soil
all my nigga now wigs at? jim hat, where shorty at with no kids at?
Like armored trucks 25 bricks, I wanna stick that
broke gave me the ice grill, if I can't smoke, I might ill
Fight a dyke for tryin to
>from all my niggaz who can't grab, ain't no fun robbin and brag
Cop grams and bags
That's like life with no map, a dolja soldier on the path
Tryin to road block the road to
If you got somethin, maintain what you go
'cause the only thing to in this world is life or death

[redz of zu
Yo, this dream'll leave you fiendin for weight and a triple
a scheme, so, you add it all up and got your plans to square off
Who was your man and bet this, I'm reckless on high style's check list
I dead through bloody wars, government laws, iritatin like sours
But soon to the ghetto neigborhoods where hittin steal
no peace, young ones blasted by the beast
I'm from the where each and every teach
You'll feel it in your physical, mental credentials, a nigga who sell,

It was simple, my crew leave a stain they start
A half moon when we depart, a full moon the l sparks
You got to love it, some say the good and ugly live on society's
Made us, fuck what you say, played us
9 servants, but feelin better when I'm for life
In my ride, that's yo' man, right?

[buddha
You was my a-alike, 'cause stars will like to so bright
Now you crack pipes, sell ya whips for low price
Yo, what's wrong you? m-o was known for jig-able
You had a crew, known to kill for you
Now you fucked up and no one even has a small
How you fell off and caught to these low crack blues
That's why I sing song, I'll keep holdin on
It makes me strong and hold this fort down with firearms
His life's pathetic for my man nine, don't sweat it
I'ma ya ass out, no need for things, but don't forget it
'cause maybe on this cross road, I could take same load
And who can help my ass out on a to receive higher gold?

(x2)]

[outro: drunken of zu manchuz]
...nigga!!!