Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Story Pt.2

Yeah, Yeah,

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

In the of New York, you can't trust nobody
run up on you with a 12-guage shotty
Loyalty comes free, smokin' is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave with a body
In the streets of New York, You can't trust
Niggaz'll run up on you a 12-guage 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 take in the head
around the same time he used to pee in the bed
I awake, cause my nightmares was seein' 'em dead
Smelled the tires peelin' 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', spittin' up
DNA in the mud, another ditch to be dug
I stood, stiffer than wood
See used to buy me candy
Now he's gone, who provide his family?
My earring, shoulda been
I never I'd be that sick
Damn, I wasn't 'posed to see shit
when I thought
It was more than three
He coulda been waitin for me, maybe he around the block
I around at my pops, he like "what happened?"
nigga rolled up and just started clappin'
I can still hear him

2]
It was a regular day in Side, sprinklers and kids runnin'
All of a sudden, head's turnin', somebody did
This nigga named, I forgot, fuck it, he lived around the
Regular money nigga, but loved to clown a lot
across the park, stuntin', frontin'
Diamonds in his ear, watch on
a bag of popcorn
Walked up behind a shorty, grabbin' her
She pushed him away, so he the bag in her face
She felt disrespected, shorty accept it
Called him a pussy, him she'd be back 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 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 on the ground

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