Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Story (Correct)

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

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

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

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

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 wanna rob me, you gotta here wit a body

In the streets of New York you can't 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

It was a regular day in
kids running all of a sudden
Heads turnin' did somethin'
This nigga I forgot
Fuck it, he lived around the
Regular money nigga
But to clown a lot
across the park stuntin' frontin'
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 couldnt it
Called him a pussy, told him she be in a second
He didn'tpay her no mind called her bitch about 4
Stayed in the park wit no niggas wit him and no
Then in no time older
From behind swung a bat
his face all cracked told him take all that
Hit him again his chain wit a frown
And left the clown wit a on the ground

In the streets of New 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 leave here wit a body

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 wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a

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

But I don't know
Or bill
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 York you can't trust
Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 shoty
Lloyalty comes 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 here wit a body