Luyện nghe bài hát East Side Story

[intro: monk]
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 expense forth the truth. if you stand on your
Own two feet, must be done? nothin, you shall die
In your own inequity. I want y'all to me.
Let allah take this to teach the truth to those
Who do not themselves.

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

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

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

drunken dragon of zu manchuz]
I've watched niggaz get shot rocked, they 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 musa of zu
Yo, my fam's royal, hot like rotten camels in the
Drinkin rum, by these naked bitches rubbin me with oil
We all loyal big gats, connect like seeds and soil bean with soil
Where all my nigga now wigs at? jim hat, shorty at with no kids at?
Like armored trucks with 25 bricks, I wanna that
Bein gave me the ice grill, if I can't 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 life with no map, a dolja soldier on the wrong path
Tryin to road block the to riches
If you got somethin, maintain what you go
the only thing to fear in this world is life or death

[redz of zu
Yo, this dream'll leave you for weight and a triple beam
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 your high style's check
I dead this through wars, government laws, iritatin like sours
But soon to heal the neigborhoods where hittin steal
no peace, young ones 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 leave a stain where they start
A half moon when we depart, a full moon the l sparks
You got to love it, some say the and ugly live on high society's
Made us, fuck what you say, played us
9 servants, but feelin better when I'm goin for
In my man's ride, yo' man, right?

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

(x2)]

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