Luyện nghe bài hát The Rough Side of Town

South Side's a town with a lot of hustle and
A kid got stuck for a under the trussle
with pride, he thought he had a big heart muscle
He fought back, but the was brutal

Futile to his survival and the that his crew will
Seek revenge on the who rushed him
They him, snuffed the life all out of his body
He had friends, a with rims by Gotti

wanted to beat him, girls wanted to greet him
Kids to be him when they saw him in the Coliseum
Lots of hoppin' fast on the avenue
Pump up your system loud and laugh at you

'Cause the Tec is a gooseneck
And a Glock 9 when he at the light
Pumpin' into the top in

South Side, South Side, South
South Side, South Side, Side
South Side, Side, South Side
South

I grew up on the side of town, kids play stick-up
Playing the of survival going uptown to pick up
Supportin' the taste with leathers and bamboos and Timbs
parked at the curb while puffin' herb
(Word)

Cruisin', one-six, oh, with the
BV's on the Beamer with the Italian wintergreen interior
While the pump, you get open
Hoppin', hopin' to catch them all open, girls scopin' as you

Now you go, gotta go
Hoppin' down Merit to get to the four, oh
Back in the Queens never got props
But South Side had respect plus knockouts

Forty, Baisley, Suptin,
Queens step back
I don't wanna it I'm from

South Side, South Side, Side
South Side, Side, South Side
South Side, South Side, Side
South

Side, South Side, South Side
South Side, South Side, Side

Projectiles are fittin' of a clip
And personally there's no particular that's written
On the of a slug, damn, it's bugged
When pretty women begin to bend a drug

She used to be the type of girl that was
Now the scars the concrete make her knees look ashy

Cops constantly stay on speed chases
Trying to remember faces from arrest cases
vest is the hottest items to invest in
Shots fired, one was hit with the hollow-tip and it caved his in

Kids are around him coffin' quiet
Softly they're standin' 'cause there's left as an orphan
'Cause the life of an illegal
Is more a rag-a-ma-jaga, a Scorpio buy my cure

Side, South Side
South Side, Side

Your man wants to get rid of ya now you're the number
One pharmaceutical distributor
How could you expect this
From your man that he would plant product of your Lexus?

you're having lunch with a cutie
You hunch, you're the type of brother that's moody
So you drive a sterling, lime green
To match the colors of your eightball sherling

So today he fate to live another day
To pick up scale weight of a ghetto
Inside of the ghetto, cars gather
Gettin' ready to hop the summer weather
Armor All glistenin' in the sun, it's four

And they're each two
But you still find it necessary to a gun
Hoppin' to the with a jeep
Full of cut broads passin' by perpetrators

Perpetratin' frauds, you're on the playin' cards
Thinkin' about pickin' up a Saab
As the sun sets, you all jet of the ride
But your mentality flips you gotta get back to the

South Side, South Side, South
South Side, South Side, Side
Side, South Side, South Side
South

South Side, South Side, Side
South Side, South Side, South