Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Story Pt.2

Yeah, Yeah,

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

In the streets of New York, you trust nobody
Niggaz'll run up on you a 12-guage shotty
Loyalty free, smokin' weed is my hobby
You rob me, you gotta leave 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, 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 three in the head
Probably the same time he used to pee in the bed
I stayed awake, cause my nightmares was 'em dead
the burnt tires peelin' after leavin' him lead
The killer fled, a fuckin' laugh
My pumpin' on blast
I just started at him, in the grass
Arms movin', fingers shakin', up blood
DNA in the mud, another ditch 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 been
I never thought I'd be that
Damn, I 'posed to see that shit
That's I thought
It was more than 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 still him laughin'

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

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