Luyện nghe bài hát The Rough Side of Town

South a town with a lot of hustle and bustle
A kid got stuck for a buck under the
Died with pride, he thought he had a big heart
He back, but the attack was brutal

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

Guys wanted to him, girls wanted to greet him
Kids wanted to be him when saw him in the Coliseum
of cash hoppin' fast on the avenue
Pump up your system loud and he'll at you

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

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

I grew up on the rough of town, kids play stick-up
the game of survival going uptown to pick up
Supportin' the taste with leathers and bamboos and black
Benz parked at the curb 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 gotta go, go
Hoppin' down to get back to the four, oh
in the days 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, South
Side, South Side, South Side
South Side, Side, South Side
South

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

Projectiles are inside of a clip
And personally there's no particular name that's
On the side of a slug, damn, bugged
When pretty women begin to over a drug

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

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

Kids are gathered around him quiet
Softly they're standin' 'cause there's baby as an orphan
'Cause the life of an entrepreneur
Is more than a rag-a-ma-jaga, a buy my cure

South Side, South
Side, South Side

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

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

So today he escapes to live another day
To pick up weight inside of a ghetto
Inside of the ghetto, gather together
Gettin' ready to hop under the weather
All glistenin' in the sun, it's four cars

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

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

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

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