Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Story Pt.2

Yeah, Yeah,

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

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

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

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 around the
Regular money nigga, but loved to clown a lot
Walked the park, stuntin', frontin'
Diamonds in his ear, watch on
a bag of popcorn
Walked up a shorty, grabbin' her waist
She pushed him away, so he threw the bag in her
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
in the park, wit' no niggaz wit' em and no nine
And them in no time, older from behind
Swung a baseball bat, left his all crack
him "take all that"
Hit him again, popped his chain wit' a
And left the clown, with a 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, up quickly, stickly, somewhere tipsy
The location don't matter, I'm Side until' they hit me
I'll be
If looks can kill, I'm from the ghetto
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 the steerin' wheel