Luyện nghe bài hát N.S.E.W.

North, North, South, South, East, East, West,

Shit, Got a gone off a fifth of Fayo and apple juice
Throw up a deuce, my hat banged to the left and ain't scared to act a fool
So what you gone do, you betta not speak spoken to cause I bust that shit'it
that Philly, I could back dro wit a lac wit a yak, gettin drunk off in it
Through the Chi like North, North, South,
Niggas talk shit put work in they mouth
In the East, East, West, West, bust back put a slug in ya chest
I'm hood, hood, gutter, gutter
Shauna got juice like a
Hood of the hustlas and
Back in the bricks wit good

Fep, in the spot, yak wit my balla camp
All them bitches holla'n bout is (Where them dollas at)
Yeeah, I got them hos, I got O's, I got Air phones for those hos
And yeeah, I got phones, got black phones, I got crack weed in the floor
So get on the grind, Get on some lime,Get on mine, let ya mind take
Got dip in the ride, Switchin the tires, Whippin the fire 85 Chevy
See if you got 16's, I will make pliz'ay
And I'm dressed like a dope boy, up them triz'eys

East side, whole Masterfield
Flight soles, kinda where them thangs blow
Good wood, not wastin payroll
Five hos trapped, boys got
My size got air nigga rep
We ride, sells and I bet that
Car is a gutless, is a must bitch
Let a nigga know that his head I bust quick
Some slum niggas know I'm talkin bout
Lil rob fillin hos in the lot
Gimme head while I'm bustin that two
It was trill, hit the fence, never looked
Big thug, hit clubs in the fifth
Boy, let em know how to rip folk
If a bitch broke, let her slide, though
2-0 Represent East ho

Hell, I'm up in the club, 4 whippin up, just up pitch forks to (what, what)
Tupac, I'm a rider, hoppin out, Gangsta crip (Yeeah!)
Wilin on the of the club and dressed in blood colors, waitin on a sign to (Yeeah!)
out the gats and attack on them boys that thought that
(They thought it happen)
blastin and screamin, we ain't friends, ain't no need to pretend
(Shawty!) the mens, for my homey that got killed last weekend
His was left leakin while his body got cold
Now it's y'all life that owe
Time to the score, case closed