Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Story Pt.2

Yeah, Yeah,

I done from mistakes 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 hold it and not
Who change spots

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

1]
When I was ten old, I seen a nigga take three in the head
Probably around the time he used to pee in the bed
I stayed awake, my nightmares was seein' 'em dead
Smelled the burnt tires peelin' after him lead
The killer fled, with a laugh
My heart on blast
I started at him, slumped in the grass
Arms movin', shakin', spittin' up blood
DNA in the mud, another ditch to be dug
I stood, stiffer than wood
See homey to buy me candy
Now he's gone, who gone his family?
My earring, shoulda runnin'
I thought I'd be that sick
Damn, I wasn't 'posed to see that
when I thought
It was than three shots
He coulda been waitin for me, maybe he circled around the
I around at my pops, he like "what happened?"
This nigga rolled up and just clappin'
I can still him laughin'

2]
It was a regular day in South Side, and kids runnin'
All of a sudden, head's turnin', somebody did
This nigga named, I forgot, fuck it, he lived the block
Regular gettin' money nigga, but loved to a lot
Walked the park, stuntin', frontin'
Diamonds in his ear, diamond on
Eatin' a bag of
Walked up a shorty, grabbin' her waist
She him away, so he threw the bag in her face
She felt disrespected, couldn't accept it
Called him a pussy, told him she'd be in a second
But he pay her no mind
Called her a about four times
Stayed in the park, wit' no wit' em and no nine
And them in no time, older nigga from
Swung a baseball bat, left his face all
him "take all that"
Hit him again, his chain wit' a frown
And left the clown, with a on the ground

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