Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Story

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

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

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

When I was 10 years old I seen a take 3 in the head
around the same time he used to pee in the bed
I stayed 'cuz my nightmares of seeing him dead
The smell of tire peelin' after leaving him lead
The killer fled wit a laugh
My heart pumpin on blast I just stared at him in the grass
Arms moving fingers spitting up blood
DNA mixed in the mud another to be dug
There I stood than wood
See use to buy me candy

Now gone whose provide his family
My ear ringing should been runnin'
I thought I could be that sick
Damn! I was suppose to see shit
when I thought it was more than 3 shots
He have been aiming for me
he circled around the block
I turn to my pops, he like what happen?
This nigga rolled up and started
I can hear 'em laughin'

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

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

It was a day in Southside
Sprink-aklers running all of a sudden
Heads turnin' did somethin'
This nigga name I
Fuck it, he lived the block
Regular getting money
But love to a lot
Walked across the park frontin'
in his hear diamond watch on
Eatin a bag of

Walked up behind shorty grabbin' her waist
She him away, so he threw the bag in her face
She felt disrespected, shorty except it
Called him a pussy, told him she be back in a
He didn'tpay her no called her bitch about 4 times
Stayed in the park wit no niggas wit him and no
in no time older nigga
From behind a baseball bat
Left his all cracked told him take all that
Hit him again his chain wit a frown
And left the clown wit a stain on the

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

In the of New York you can't 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
California me picky chicken heads tryin' to stick me wit a hicky
If we go up stick me
Somewhere tipsy the location don't
I'm 'til they hit me
I'd be dead if can kill
I'm the ghetto boys

But I don't know
Or bushwick
My heart spills for the
That got nothing
They steal and
For my cousin I
over the steerin' wheel

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

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