Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Story (Correct)

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

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

When I was 10 years old I seen a nigga 3 in the head
Probably around the same he used to pee in the bed
I stayed awake 'cuz my of seeing him dead
The smell of burnt tire peelin' leaving him lead
The fled wit a fuckin' laugh
My pumpin on blast I just stared at him slumped in the grass
Arms fingers shaking spitting up blood
DNA mixed in the mud ditch to be dug
I stood stiffer than wood
See use to buy me candy

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

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 wanna rob me, you 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 free smokin' is my hobby
You rob me, you gotta leave 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 around the block
Regular getting money
But love to a lot
Walked across the park stuntin'
Diamond in his hear watch on
Eatin a bag of

Walked up behind shorty grabbin' her waist
She pushed him away, so he threw the bag in her
She felt disrespected, shorty except it
him a pussy, told him she be back in a second
He didn'tpay her no called her bitch about 4 times
Stayed in the wit no niggas wit him and no nine
Then in no time older
From behind a baseball bat
Left his face all 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 guage
comes free smokin' weed is my hobby
You rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body

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

And all my days go by blowin' that sticky
California made me picky chicken tryin' to stick me wit a hicky
If we go up stick me
Somewhere tipsy the location matter
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 ain't got
gotta steal and
For my I lost
Slumpt over the steerin'

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 rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body

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