Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Story Pt.2

Yeah, Yeah,

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

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

1]
When I was ten years old, I seen a nigga take in the head
Probably around the same time he to pee in the bed
I stayed awake, cause my was seein' 'em dead
Smelled the burnt tires peelin' leavin' him lead
The killer fled, a fuckin' laugh
My heart on blast
I just started at him, in the grass
Arms movin', shakin', spittin' up blood
DNA in the mud, another ditch to be dug
There I stood, stiffer wood
See used to buy me candy
Now he's gone, who gone his family?
My earring, been runnin'
I never thought I'd be sick
Damn, I 'posed to see that shit
That's I thought
It was than three shots
He been waitin for me, maybe he circled around the block
I turned around at my pops, he "what happened?"
This nigga up and just started clappin'
I can still hear him

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

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