Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Story Pt.2

Yeah, Yeah,

I learned from mistakes like who's my men, and who's not
Like gone run, but who's not
who's gone shoot if you shot
Who hold it and who's not
Who gone spots

In the of New York, you can't trust nobody
run up on you with a 12-guage shotty
Loyalty free, smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here a body
In the of New York, You can't trust nobody
Niggaz'll run up on you with a 12-guage
Loyalty comes free, smokin' is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a

1]
When I was ten old, I seen a nigga take three in the head
around the same time he used to pee in the bed
I stayed awake, cause my nightmares was seein' 'em
Smelled the tires peelin' after leavin' him lead
The killer fled, with a fuckin'
My heart pumpin' on
I just started at him, slumped in the
Arms movin', fingers shakin', spittin' up
DNA mixed in the mud, another to be dug
I stood, stiffer than wood
See homey to buy me candy
Now he's gone, who gone provide his
My earring, been runnin'
I never I'd be that sick
Damn, I wasn't 'posed to see that
That's I thought
It was more than shots
He coulda been for me, maybe he circled around the block
I around at my pops, he like "what happened?"
This nigga rolled up and started clappin'
I can still him laughin'

2]
It was a regular day in South Side, and kids runnin'
All of a sudden, head's turnin', somebody did
This nigga named, I forgot, fuck it, he around the block
Regular money nigga, but loved to clown a lot
Walked across the park, stuntin',
in his ear, diamond watch on
Eatin' a bag of
Walked up a shorty, grabbin' her waist
She pushed him away, so he threw the bag in her
She felt disrespected, couldn't accept it
Called him a pussy, told him be back in a second
But he pay her no mind
Called her a about four times
Stayed in the park, wit' no niggaz em and no nine
And them in no time, older nigga from
Swung a bat, left his face all crack
him "take all that"
Hit him again, popped his chain a frown
And the clown, with a stain on the ground

3]
All my days go by blowin' that sticky,
made me picky
Chicken head tried to stick me a hickey
If we, blow up quickly, stickly, somewhere
The location don't matter, I'm South until' they hit me
be DEAD
If looks can kill, I'm from the boys
But I don't Scarface, I push wit' bill
My spills
For the kids that got nothin' ain't got it still
And for my, cousin I
Humped the steerin' wheel