Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Story (Correct)

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

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

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

When I was 10 old I seen a nigga take 3 in the head
Probably around the time he used to pee in the bed
I stayed awake 'cuz my nightmares of him dead
The smell of burnt tire peelin' after leaving him
The killer wit a fuckin' laugh
My heart pumpin on I just stared at him slumped in the grass
Arms moving fingers shaking spitting up
DNA mixed in the mud another to be dug
There I stiffer than wood
See homie use to buy me

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

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

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

It was a day in Southside
Sprink-aklers kids running all of a
turnin' somebody did somethin'
This nigga I forgot
Fuck it, he around the block
Regular getting money
But to clown a lot
Walked the park stuntin' frontin'
in his hear diamond watch on
Eatin a bag of

Walked up behind this shorty grabbin' her
She pushed him away, so he the bag in her face
She felt disrespected, shorty couldnt it
him a pussy, told him she be back in a second
He her no mind called her bitch about 4 times
Stayed in the park wit no wit him and no nine
Then in no time nigga
From behind a baseball bat
Left his face all cracked him take all that
Hit him again his chain wit a frown
And left the wit a stain on the ground

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

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

And all my days go by blowin' sticky icky
made me picky chicken heads tryin' to stick me wit a hicky
If we go up quickly me
Somewhere the location don't matter
I'm Southsidin' they hit me
I'd be if looks can kill
I'm the ghetto boys

But I don't scarface
Or bill
My heart for the kids
That ain't got
They gotta and
For my I lost
over the steerin' wheel

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

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