Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Story Pt.2

Yeah, Yeah,

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

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

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

2]
It was a day in South Side, sprinklers and kids runnin'
All of a sudden, head's turnin', somebody did
nigga named, I forgot, fuck it, he lived around the block
Regular gettin' money nigga, but loved to a lot
Walked across the park, stuntin',
Diamonds in his ear, diamond on
a bag of popcorn
Walked up behind a shorty, grabbin' her
She him away, so he threw the bag in her face
She felt disrespected, shorty accept it
Called him a pussy, told him she'd be back in a
But he din't pay her no
Called her a bitch about four
Stayed in the park, wit' no niggaz wit' em and no
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 chain wit' a
And left the clown, with a stain on the

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