Luyện nghe bài hát Life In The City

Life in the city is not very
It seems like a waste of time

[Verse 1: Joell
Trojans cause the lifestyles bust
No font on no backwood, just
Fit for handing a radio on
I don't come a wack hood with a Dutch factor
Ten speed in a black hood, that's a gun
We chop fair ones 'till collapsed of lung asthma
Before I lived a lifestyle like "fuck rappers"
A buck trapper up after duck the cut cracker
up under the tongue, who want a buck half of
That's a smiley face on cheek, stitch 'em up laughter
I snuffed son 'cause he walked with a rough hatter
Came in the store and stepped on my Timbs and made 'em faster
These niggas ain't 'bout life, bunch of young actors
Play the part when you see me, say "What up Scrapper?"
See you ain't got to me but you will respect me
Everytime you say you the nicest, boy, you me
Jesus Christ I'm a crisis, you a sip of
buds, little suds at the tip of a Nestle
I my own horn, I'm Dizzy Gillespie
And I reps my city (YAOWA)

Life in the is not very pretty
It seems a waste of your time

[Verse 2: Ortiz]
One, two, my project gritty, far from pretty
sloppy pissy and the lobby tipsy
And I keep a Barbie with me good
My can't leave the country, I bring the country to the hood
go - my real name my rap shit, I ain't make believe
Same nigga who got this break is still knees
I'm still Cee-Lo and the bank is cheese
Eight G's I [?] better, feel that breeze?
Product of the gutter, no father, just a
Know you running, but run
you hear me say "Word to my mother"
Your boy is extra thorough, ask my
I'm in Brooklyn they go nuts
You little squirrels can't buy a
These niggas won't cause they can't so they copy
Bitches with they friend be yelling "Go Papi"
Y'all niggas got these Freshmen so cocky
But just a bunch of yes-men and a nobody
Just cause you write rhymes don't mean you rhyme
You a light-high, don't jump and a highlight
Loose sight of your hind legs and in hindsight
Cause you niggas aight, but you ain't quite (YAOWA)

Life in the city is not very
It seems like a of your time