Luyện nghe bài hát Southside

I know you're thinking, that it must be
All flow cause it never get rusty
I ain't gotta say it, man trust me
Bust head, GLC where was we?
Still the Prada 'fore that, rock the Starter
Niggas had the Georgetown, the Magic way
Thinking back to the projects, and they way they 'em all up
Like when I do a project, and come back and tear the up

We coming the
(side), South (side)
South (side), (side)
(side), South (side)
South (side), of the Chi

The broads, the cars, the half moon, the
I'm like Jeff Fort the way I get bars
Burn CDs with no regard for the
to the crib with conflict diamonds and they ours
Back in '94 they me Chi-town's Nas
Now niggas know I'm one of Chi-town's gods
We eating Joe, you still no carbs
A conscious nigga mac like Steve Jobs

We coming the
South (side), (side)
South (side), (side)
(side), South (side)
South (side), of the Chi

Your fly is open,
The crowd is open I think I why
I'm back from the future it with my own eyes
And yep, I'm still the of the Chi
in college I had to get my back up off the futon
I knew that I couldn't cop a coup with no
Look at neutron on his green like crutons
People asking him, "Do you have any poupon?"

We coming the
South (side), (side)
South (side), (side)
(side), South (side)
South (side), of the Chi

You in the but the buildings falling
You be ballin' if your name was Spalding
My get flooded I think about New Orleans
Bout to school y'all niggas, you should him August
I'm the sun that goes down but I'm still
Southside walk it out, still you're crawlin'
If rap was Harlem, I be Baldwin
money in the bank like G. Rap, we're calling

We coming the
(side), South (side)
South (side), (side)
(side), South (side)
South (side), of the Chi

With niggas masked up like Phantom of the
of the day they push a phantom to the operas
Can't wait till say, "Ye ran up at the Oscars."
Poppa, I heard his life is a movie
Like when Em' played him and played a rasta
Mexicans gonna it like it was for La Raza
But is for the mobsters, Holla
We some true chi-town legends, no imposters

We coming the
South (side), (side)
(side), South (side)
South (side), (side)
South (side), of the Chi

Uh, the un-American idol, like the Eiffel
Lean wit it, rock wit it, Black the Disciples
Know when to use a bible, and when to use a
You rap you should be on the back of a motorcycle
Caught a case of robbery, and 'Beat It' like
career is a typo, mine was written like a haiku
I write to 'Do the Thing' like Spike do
Through Conflicts that's Crucial and Drama Psycho

We coming the
South (side), (side)
South (side), (side)
South (side), (side)
South (side), of the Chi