Luyện nghe bài hát EWNESW

1]
I was one day before Saint Pat
I guess a nigga miss luck just that
Henry Ford, not one mile from Motown
Explains all the soul that you in my sound
A ten minute to Linwood, I begun
My mama son, look what I become
A weedhead with words poking what I'm smoking
ain't no Reggie cause the flame rise from Oakland
I used to play with pistols and
Skiping just to fuck bitches on dirty couches, abandoned houses
Find one the lights on it
Landlord came pulled the hook and on it
I'm plotting on it I put the block on it
I'm gonna get it, fold deep, no on it
We sit low, rep the D cause it's all I
And my rings bells in any hood you go

You're from the Side
You're from the West
You're from the End
Are you South West

2]
Around first grade, we to the East Side
Was like throwing rocks at a
A lot of niggas going something unimportant
That it worth mentioning cause it's unfortunate
Like stick a in it, where's the enforcement?
Walking off the grass to sit on niggas porches
Passing round 40's, brown bags
up a swisher (?)
It ain't about nothing, but let me hold
Ate a lunchable for dinner, I'm ain't fronting
Caught the bus to East land, just to walk it
Ain't buy nothing nigga, walked around it
at some hoes, I ain't even holler
Cause I'm broke as fuck and niggas all a dollar
I'm living in the city where the weak get
Belly of the beast, we care about tommorow
I'm living in the city where the get swallowed
Belly of the beast, we don't care about