Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Story Pt.2

Yeah, Yeah,

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

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

1]
When I was ten old, I seen a nigga take three in the head
Probably around the same time he to pee in the bed
I stayed awake, cause my nightmares was seein' 'em
Smelled the burnt tires after leavin' him lead
The killer fled, with a fuckin'
My heart pumpin' on
I just at him, slumped in the grass
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 gone, who gone provide his family?
My earring, been runnin'
I never I'd be that sick
Damn, I wasn't to see that shit
That's when I
It was more than three
He coulda been waitin for me, maybe he around the block
I turned around at my pops, he "what happened?"
This nigga rolled up and just clappin'
I can still him laughin'

2]
It was a day in South Side, sprinklers and kids runnin'
All of a sudden, turnin', somebody did somethin'
This nigga named, I forgot, fuck it, he lived around the
Regular gettin' money nigga, but loved to a lot
Walked across the park, stuntin',
in his ear, diamond watch on
Eatin' a bag of
up behind a shorty, grabbin' her waist
She him away, so he threw the bag in her face
She felt disrespected, shorty couldn't 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, wit' no niggaz em and no nine
And in no time, older nigga 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, with a stain on the

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