Luyện nghe bài hát East Side Story

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

fensta]
Heat a pressure cooker
Hard-boiled, an egg, mad that they over-looked ya
Damn, never go right for a nigga like me
All my plots and schemes pretty much shattered
to re-evaluate my situation, realization
I'm 5% of the nation who know the truth
The youth nowadays are color-coded, minds
rust on bumpers of old chevy's from 1962
I to cop 'em, but I had to drop 'em
Get aboard ground, still I roam the compound
Like the saint, who I am
I just rob the bank in your town
Went sleepin 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 eatin pork

assassin of zu manchuz]
Yo, pictures my wonder years
The narrator, I write like diaries and
Layin with the bitch too much, swimmin in pools of
Mentally takes you out zone, I'm livin un-satisfied
My eyes want to see gold in my palm
More suedes clark's, the fonz is poetry, islam is
Project shrimp scatters the grounds, and tyrants
Everyday's the same palace shit like the total
Second time on this planet, things tooken for
Advantage, presto, don't settle for less, quality garments
Yo, exercise your right to arms, peace to salute the prostitutes
Constitution, precious in her life
From stark 8, is life, extremely fast

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

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

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

of zu ninjaz]
Yo, this dream'll leave you for weight and a triple beam
Life's a scheme, so, you add it all up and got your to square off
Who was your man and bet this, I'm reckless on your high style's list
I dead this through bloody wars, government laws, iritatin sours
But soon to heal the ghetto neigborhoods where hittin
Ain't no peace, young blasted by the beast
I'm from the east where each and every
feel it in your physical, mental credentials, fuck a nigga who sell,

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

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

(x2)]

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