Luyện nghe bài hát The Rough Side of Town

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

Futile to his survival and the event that his will
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 they saw him in the
of cash hoppin' fast on the avenue
Pump up system loud and he'll laugh at you

under the Tec is a gooseneck
And a Glock 9 when he at the light
rides into the top in

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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South Side, Side

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

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

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

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

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

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

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