Luyện nghe bài hát N.S.E.W.

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

Shit, Got a nigga gone off a fifth of Fayo and apple
up a deuce, Keep my hat banged to the left and ain't scared to act a fool
So what you gone do, you betta not speak unless spoken to I bust that shit'it
Dump that Philly, I could back dro wit a lac wit a yak, gettin off in it
the Chi like North, North, South, South
Niggas talk shit put that work in they
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 and bloodsuckas
in the bricks wit that good

Fep, in the spot, yak wit my balla camp
All them bitches bout is (Where them fuckin dollas at)
Yeeah, I got hos, I got them 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 course
Got dip in the ride, Switchin the tires, the fire 85 Chevy Sport
See if you got 16's, I will make that
And I'm dressed like a boy, throwin up them triz'eys

East side, whole Masterfield
Flight soles, kinda roll them thangs blow
wood, not wastin that payroll
Five hos trapped, boys got
My size got air rep that
We ride, rock and I bet that
Car is a gutless, is a must bitch
Let a nigga know his head I will bust quick
Some slum niggas know I'm talkin bout
Lil rob fillin hos in the lot
head while I'm bustin that two track
It was trill, hit the fence, never looked
Big thug, hit clubs in the book
Dollar Boy, let em know how to rip
If a broke, gotta let her slide, though
2-0 Represent side 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 side of the club and in blood colors, waitin on a sign to (Yeeah!)
Pull out the and attack on them boys that thought that
(They thought it happen)
They blastin and screamin, we ain't friends, no need to pretend
(Shawty!) Split the mens, for my that got killed last weekend
His brains was left while his body got cold
Now it's y'all life y'all owe
Time to even the score, closed