Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Alive In Nyc

Yeah, street life, gutter shit
Get y'all
Soldier life
Get it
New York City I'm from
or die

Do you do

it out now, yo I'm here to put my thing down
Set up shot with cocaine now, pick off niggas who down
I'm in the now
a couple of cats from the way down
Who know how to slang

And grimmy niggas who aim wild who want to rep
And wet who think foul
Ran into Jay while I'm clappin' math
crab show me some slab now I'm tryna get back

We played the out skerch smoother then my shirt
Spit a couple of words, a pound, he merked
Shit he left skid marks I let the clip
When off in the hood played the till its dark

I'm profound to the drug game a thin line love and hate
Some niggas I love to
I thought my connect me
This nigga got bad words some haters wet me

To alive in New York City
To stay alive realize that you got to be a
To stay alive in New City
To stay alive realize that you got to be a

To stay in New York City
To stay alive that you got to be a soldier
To stay alive in New York
To stay alive that you got to be a soldier

it yo I'ma soldier to the heart through my blood line
One way to catch a crab is always on his front
I keep a chicken on a bench grippin'
I smoke weed but this got a nigga slippin'

A herb seed me, drop the L
Spot it through my per-if-U this nigga murder me
Shorty wop in front of me
Caught one blaze back empty the roots
Through the bitch niggas, take

Niggaz killed my down bitch bust around
I don't know who clapped so I don't hang around
beat me on the ounce of raw
Dominican nigga, look innocent nigga, fuck it I'ma finish this
Back the out the lot cock one in the drop
Put the in the dash fee dipped in black
Got Bleek on alert for the cat who me on the stack

To stay in New York City
To stay alive realize you got to be a soldier
To stay in New York City
To stay alive realize that you got to be a

To stay in New York City
To alive realize that you got to be a soldier
To stay alive in New City
To stay alive that you got to be a soldier

Yo, yo, slow money, niggas, no weed one gun
And my down bitch gone got a on the run
hot niggas came through bang shots
Have me sleeping in my to the real get got

Now I play the cut on nigga what shit
fo-in-dicals for real now who wants it
Two blocks the Jay's this nigga lay he pump trays
Try'n to get the man put away

His next option up get out of dodge
When he caught let the fifth give his face a massage
Too dro got my eyes low on the creep triple black down
'Cuz I'ma that clown

him by Wood Hall, niggas think the fe-in took off
Like he ran or he played football
Hot day and everybody outside I'ma catch him on that
Where the hot ride

Ride slow this nigga out burning trees wit a bad
I'ma put his brain on her sleeve already cocked
I move up the block, jumped out
Made him tonge the glock
I Squeeze two and niggas this nigga drop
of the street and forever stay hot motherfucker

To alive in New York City
To alive realize that you got to be a soldier
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