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 under the trussle
Died pride, he thought he had a big heart muscle
He fought back, but the was brutal

Futile to his and the event that his crew will
Seek revenge on the assailants who him
They crushed him, snuffed the all out of his body
He had friends, a Benz rims by Gotti

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

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

South Side, South Side, South
Side, South Side, South Side
South Side, South Side, South
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I grew up on the rough side of town, play stick-up
Playing the game of survival going to pick up
the taste with leathers and bamboos and black Timbs
Benz parked at the curb while puffin'
(Word)

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

Now you go, gotta go
Hoppin' Merit to get back to the four, oh
Back in the days Queens got props
But South Side had respect plus knockouts

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

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

Projectiles are fittin' of a clip
And personally no particular name that's written
On the side of a slug, damn, it's
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 stay on high chases
Trying to remember faces from previous cases
Bulletproof is the hottest items to invest in
Shots fired, one was hit the hollow-tip and it caved his chest in

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

South Side, Side
South Side, Side

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

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

So today he escapes fate to live day
To pick up scale weight inside of a
of the ghetto, cars gather together
Gettin' to hop under the summer weather
Armor All glistenin' in the sun, it's cars

And each two deep
But you still it necessary to carry a gun
Hoppin' to the beach with a
Full of Chinese cut passin' by perpetrators

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

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

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