Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Story (Correct)

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

In the streets of New 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 leave wit a body

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

Now he's gone 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 I thought it was more than 3 shots
He could have been for me
Maybe he circled the block
I around to my pops, he like what happen?
This nigga rolled up and started
I can still hear 'em

In the streets of New 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 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 free weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta here wit a body

It was a regular day in
Sprink-aklers kids all of a sudden
Heads turnin' did somethin'
This name I forgot
it, he lived around the block
Regular getting money
But to clown a lot
across the park stuntin' frontin'
Diamond in his hear watch on
a bag of popcorn

Walked up behind this shorty her waist
She him away, so he threw the bag in her face
She felt disrespected, shorty couldnt it
Called him a pussy, 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 older nigga
From swung a baseball bat
Left his face all cracked him take all that
Hit him again popped his wit a frown
And the clown wit a stain on the ground

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 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
comes free smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you leave here wit a body

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

But I don't know
Or bushwick
My heart spills for the
That ain't got
They steal and
For my cousin I
Slumpt over the wheel

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