Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Story Pt.2

Yeah, Yeah,

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

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

1]
When I was ten years old, I seen a nigga take in the head
Probably around the time he used to pee in the bed
I awake, cause my nightmares was seein' 'em dead
Smelled the burnt tires peelin' after him lead
The killer fled, with a fuckin'
My pumpin' on blast
I just at him, slumped in the grass
Arms movin', fingers shakin', spittin' up
DNA mixed in the mud, another to be dug
There I stood, stiffer wood
See homey used to buy me
Now he's gone, who gone his family?
My earring, shoulda runnin'
I never thought I'd be that
Damn, I wasn't 'posed to see shit
when I thought
It was more than shots
He coulda been for me, maybe he circled around the block
I turned 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 Side, sprinklers and kids runnin'
All of a sudden, turnin', somebody did somethin'
This named, I forgot, fuck it, he lived around the block
Regular gettin' nigga, but loved to clown a lot
Walked the park, stuntin', frontin'
Diamonds in his ear, diamond on
Eatin' a bag of
Walked up behind a shorty, grabbin' her
She pushed him away, so he the bag in her face
She disrespected, shorty couldn't accept it
Called him a pussy, him she'd be back in a second
But he pay her no mind
Called her a about four times
Stayed in the park, no niggaz wit' em and no nine
And them in no time, older nigga from
Swung a baseball bat, his face all crack
him "take all that"
Hit him again, his chain wit' a frown
And left the clown, with a stain on the

3]
All my days go by blowin' that sticky,
California me picky
Chicken tried to stick me wit' a hickey
If we, up quickly, stickly, somewhere tipsy
The location don't matter, I'm Side until' they hit me
be DEAD
If can kill, I'm from the ghetto boys
But I don't know Scarface, I push wit'
My spills
For the kids that ain't got ain't got it still
And for my, I lost
Humped over the steerin'