Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Alive In Nyc

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

Do you do

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

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

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

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

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 that you got to be a soldier

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

Check it yo soldier to the heart through my blood line
One way to catch a crab is always on his front
I keep a chicken on a flippin' grippin'
I smoke weed but this got a nigga slippin'

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

Niggaz killed my down bitch bust around
I know who clapped so I don't hang around shit
Lame me on the ounce 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 fee dipped in black
Got Bleek on alert for the cat who me on the stack

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

Yo, yo, slow money, broke niggas, no 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 blocks from the this nigga lay he pump trays
Try'n to get the man put away

His next option pack up get out of
When he caught I'ma let the give his face a massage
Too much dro got my eyes low on the creep triple black
I'ma cripple that clown

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

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

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