Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Alive In Nyc

Yeah, yeah life, gutter shit
Get y'all
life nigga
Get it
New York City I'm from
or die

Do you do

Check it out now, yo I'm here to put my thing
Set up with cocaine now, pick off niggas who ain't down
I'm in the now
Brought a couple of from the way down
Who know how to slang

And grimmy niggas who aim who just want to rep
And wet niggas who think
Ran Jay while I'm clappin' this math
This crab show me slab now I'm tryna get back

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

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

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

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

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

A herb burn me, drop the L
Spot it through my this nigga tryna murder me
wop jumped in front of me
Caught one back empty empty the roots
the bitch niggas, take that

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

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

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

Yo, yo, slow money, niggas, no weed one gun
And my down gone got a nigga on the run
Strip hot niggas came through shots
Have me sleeping in my wheels to the get got

Now I play the cut on some nigga what
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 Memph man put

His next option up get out of dodge
When he I'ma let the fifth give his face a massage
Too much dro got my eyes low on the triple black down
'Cuz I'ma that clown

Spotted him by Wood Hall, niggas think the fe-in off
Like he ran track or he played
Hot day and everybody I'ma catch him on that block
Where the hot wips

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

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