Luyện nghe bài hát Southside

I you're thinking, thinking that it must be
Armor All cause it never get rusty
I gotta say it, man dawg trust me
Bust somebody head, GLC was we?
Still rock the Prada that, rock the Starter
Niggas had the Georgetown, the Magic way
Thinking to the projects, and they way they tore 'em all up
Like I do a project, and come back and tear the mall up

We from the
South (side), (side)
South (side), (side)
(side), South (side)
South (side), of the Chi

The broads, the cars, the moon, the stars
I'm Jeff Fort the way I get behind bars
Burn CDs with no for the stars
Come to the crib with conflict diamonds and ours
in '94 they call me Chi-town's Nas
Now them niggas I'm one of Chi-town's gods
We eating Joe, you talking no carbs
A conscious nigga with mac like Jobs

We from the
(side), South (side)
South (side), (side)
(side), South (side)
South (side), of the Chi

fly is open, McFly
The crowd is open I think I why
I'm back from the seen it with my own eyes
And yep, I'm still the of the Chi
in college I had to get my back up off the futon
I knew that I cop a coup with no coupons
Look at that neutron on his green like
asking him, "Do you have any grey poupon?"

We from the
(side), South (side)
South (side), (side)
South (side), (side)
South (side), of the Chi

You in the building but the falling
You wouldn't be ballin' if name was Spalding
My mind get I think about New Orleans
Bout to school niggas, you should call him August
I'm the sun goes down but I'm still revolving
Southside walk it out, while still you're
If rap was Harlem, I be James
With money in the bank like G. Rap, we're

We from the
South (side), (side)
(side), South (side)
South (side), (side)
(side), Side of the Chi

With niggas masked up like of the Opera
Dreaming of the day they a phantom to the operas
Can't wait till say, "Ye ran up at the Oscars."
Poppa, I heard his life is like a
when Em' played him and Mekhi played a rasta
Mexicans gonna it like it was for La Raza
But is for the mobsters, Holla
We some true chi-town legends, accept no

We coming the
(side), South (side)
South (side), (side)
South (side), (side)
South (side), of the Chi

Uh, the un-American idol, like the Eiffel
wit it, rock wit it, Black like the Disciples
Know to use a bible, and when to use a rifle
You rap like you be on the back of a motorcycle
Caught a of robbery, and 'Beat It' like Michael
Your career is a typo, mine was like a haiku
I write to 'Do the Thing' like Spike do
Through Conflicts that's Crucial and Drama Psycho

We coming the
South (side), (side)
South (side), (side)
(side), South (side)
South (side), of the Chi