Luyện nghe bài hát The Rough Side of Town

South Side's a town with a lot of hustle and
A kid got for a buck 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 his crew will
revenge on the assailants who rushed him
They him, snuffed the life all out of his body
He had friends, a Benz with rims by

Guys wanted to beat him, 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 loud and he'll laugh at you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Projectiles are fittin' inside of a
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 that was flashy
Now the scars from the concrete make her knees look

Cops stay on high speed chases
to remember faces from previous arrest cases
Bulletproof vest is the items to invest in
Shots fired, one was hit with the and it caved his chest in

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

Side, South Side
South Side, Side

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

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

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

And they're each two
But you still it necessary to carry a gun
Hoppin' to the with a jeep
of Chinese cut broads 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, South Side, Side
South Side, South Side, Side
Side, South Side, South Side
South

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