Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Story Pt.2

Yeah, Yeah,

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

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

1]
When I was ten years old, I seen a nigga take three in the
Probably the same time he used to pee in the bed
I awake, cause my nightmares was seein' 'em dead
Smelled the burnt peelin' after leavin' him lead
The killer fled, with a laugh
My pumpin' on blast
I just started at him, slumped in the
Arms movin', fingers shakin', up blood
DNA mixed in the mud, another to be dug
There I stood, than wood
See homey used to buy me
Now he's gone, who provide his family?
My earring, shoulda runnin'
I thought I'd be that sick
Damn, I wasn't to see that shit
That's when I
It was more than shots
He coulda been waitin for me, maybe he circled around the
I around at my pops, he like "what happened?"
nigga rolled up and just started clappin'
I can still hear him

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

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