Luyện nghe bài hát 40 Acres

Trouble world, child
Trouble destroyed my smile
No of heart, no change of mind
You can take what's yours but you gon' what's mine
I'd rather die, than go
I'd rather die, go home
And I ain't without my 40 acres

Unpolished,
cocaine cowboy pushed it to the limit
You thought Tony in cell would've made us timid
We his old cell, bitch, we searchin' through the digits
Anything Spanish, got me speaking
Money universal, the only language
The dream die, only some real niggas
We was to mothers who couldn't deal with us
Left by fathers who wouldn't build us
I had both mine home, let's keep it real
My better half the better path, applaud him
Younger brother me a child, I fought him
I heard that the Devil's new is boredom
The California top just back like autumn
And say I'm on the verge of winning
I claim when Malice on the verge of sinning
Old die hard
That rainy day bag buried in the
It's for a hustler, no graveyards
Cause up niggas don't lie on no floors
rather burns us, ashes to ashes
Mix us with the powder, us to the masses
We gon' keep it tight, rip it out the
Now you motherfuckers raise your glasses, Push'

Trouble world, trouble
Trouble times destroyed my
No change of heart, no of mind
You can take what's yours but you gon' what's mine
I'd rather die, than go
I'd rather die, than go
And I ain't leaving without my 40

Unpolished,
Might have broke a heart or two but an honest effort
My attitude is always fuck it
35 years of and my momma left it
You shouldn't if you ever stood a chance with him
The question is did you enjoy the dance with him
(Yughh!) probably never pull you chair out, bitch
You this money grew your hair out, switch
All that shit I bought you out
Rich, and I'm the one I care about
Place none above me, God don't like
Hate me or love me, he can judge me
Unpolished,
Big with the blow, niggas, I am legend
of hard knock, I attended
Selling hard rock, fuck who I
I was a goner, by karma
Called him tar baby now transcending genres
The 911 with the ass shots
A toothless was the mascot
The owner of the key to that
I'm Jordan vs for the last shot
I need all mine,
We growin' seeds on my 40 acres, Push!

Trouble world, child
times destroyed my smile
No of heart, no change of mind
You can take what's yours but you gon' leave mine
I'd rather die, go home
I'd rather die, than go
And I ain't leaving my 40 acres