Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Alive In Nyc

Yeah, street life, gutter shit
Get real
Soldier life
Get it
New York where I'm from
or die

Do you do

Check it out now, yo I'm here to put my thing
Set up shot with cocaine now, pick off niggas who down
I'm in the now
Brought a couple of cats the way down
Who how to slang thows

And niggas who aim wild who just want to rep
And wet niggas who foul
Ran into Jay while I'm clappin' math
This crab me some slab now I'm tryna get back

We played the out nigga smoother then my shirt
a couple of words, a pound, then he merked
Shit he left skid marks I let the clip
When off in the played the bench till its dark

I'm profound to the drug game a line between love and hate
Some I love to hate
I thought my respect me
This got bad words since some haters wet me

To alive in New York City
To stay alive that you got to be a soldier
To stay alive in New City
To stay alive realize you got to be a soldier

To alive in New York City
To stay realize that you got to be a soldier
To stay alive in New York
To alive realize that you got to be a soldier

Check it yo I'ma soldier to the heart my blood line
One way to catch a crab is on his front time
I keep a on a bench flippin' grippin'
I smoke weed but this shit got a nigga

A herb burn me, drop the L
Spot it through my per-if-U this tryna murder me
Shorty wop in front of me
Caught one blaze back empty the roots
Through the niggas, take that

Niggaz killed my down bust around bitch
I don't know who clapped so I don't around shit
beat me on the ounce of raw
Dominican nigga, look innocent nigga, it I'ma finish this nigga
Back the coop out the lot one in the drop
Put the in the dash fee dipped in black
Got Bleek on alert for the cat who beat me on the

To stay alive in New City
To stay realize that you got to be a soldier
To stay alive in New York
To stay alive realize that you got to be a

To alive in New York City
To stay realize that you got to be a soldier
To alive in New York City
To stay alive that you got to be a soldier

Yo, yo, money, broke niggas, no weed one gun
And my down bitch gone got a on the run
Strip hot niggas came through bang
Have me sleeping in my to the real get got

Now I play the cut on nigga what shit
Flip fo-in-dicals for real now who it
Two from the Jay's this nigga lay he pump trays
Try'n to get the man put away

His next pack up get out of dodge
he caught I'ma let the fifth give his face a massage
Too much dro got my eyes low on the creep black down
'Cuz I'ma cripple that

Spotted him by Wood Hall, niggas think the took off
Like he ran track or he football
Hot day and outside I'ma catch him on that block
the hot wips ride

Ride slow this out burning trees wit a bad bitch
I'ma put his brain on her sleeve it's cocked
I slow up the block, jumped out
him tonge kiss the glock
I Squeeze two and seen this nigga drop
Cold of the street and stay hot motherfucker

To stay alive in New York
To stay alive realize you got to be a soldier
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