Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Story

Yea! Yea yea
I done learn from
Like who's my men and not
Like who's gon run but not
Like who's gonna if you shot?
Who hold they own who's not
Who's gone choose

In the streets of New York you trust nobody
Niggas run up on you wit a 12 guage shoty
comes free smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you leave here wit a body

In the streets of New York you can't trust
Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 guage
Lloyalty comes smokin' weed is my hobby
You rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body

When I was 10 years old I a nigga take 3 in the head
around the same time he used to pee in the bed
I awake 'cuz my nightmares of seeing him dead
The smell of burnt tire peelin' leaving him lead
The killer fled wit a fuckin'
My pumpin on blast I just stared at him slumped in the grass
Arms moving shaking spitting up blood
DNA mixed in the mud another to be dug
There I stood stiffer wood
See homie use to buy me

Now gone whose provide his family
My ear ringing have been runnin'
I never I could be that sick
Damn! I was suppose to see that
That's when I thought it was more than 3
He could have been for me
Maybe he circled the block
I turn around to my pops, he like what
This nigga rolled up and clappin'
I can still hear 'em

In the streets of New York you can't nobody
Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 guage
Lloyalty comes smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta here wit a body

In the streets of New you can't trust nobody
Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 shoty
Lloyalty comes free weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave wit a body

It was a day in Southside
Sprink-aklers kids all of a sudden
Heads turnin' somebody did
nigga name I forgot
Fuck it, he around the block
Regular getting money
But love to a lot
Walked across the park frontin'
Diamond in his hear watch on
a bag of popcorn

Walked up behind this shorty her waist
She pushed him away, so he threw the bag in her
She disrespected, shorty couldnt except it
Called him a pussy, told him she be in a second
He her no mind called her bitch about 4 times
in the park wit no niggas wit him and no nine
Then in no older nigga
behind swung a baseball bat
Left his all cracked told him take all that
Hit him again his chain wit a frown
And the clown wit a stain on the ground

In the of New York you can't trust nobody
will run up on you wit a 12 guage shoty
Lloyalty comes free smokin' is my hobby
You rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body

In the streets of New York you trust nobody
Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 shoty
Lloyalty comes smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you leave here wit a body

And all my days go by that sticky icky
made me picky chicken heads tryin' to stick me wit a hicky
If we go up quickly me
Somewhere tipsy the don't matter
I'm 'til they hit me
I'd be dead if can kill
I'm from the boys

But I know scarface
Or bushwick
My spills for the kids
ain't got nothing
They gotta and
For my I lost
over the steerin' wheel

In the streets of New York you trust nobody
Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 guage
Lloyalty comes free weed is my hobby
You rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body

In the streets of New you can't trust nobody
Niggas run up on you wit a 12 guage shoty
Lloyalty comes smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you leave here wit a body