Luyện nghe bài hát 40 Acres

Trouble world, child
Trouble times my smile
No change of heart, no of mind
You can take what's yours but you gon' leave what's
I'd rather die, than go
I'd die, than go home
And I leaving without my 40 acres

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

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

Unpolished,
Might have broke a heart or two but gave an honest
My nonchalant attitude is always it
35 years of marriage and my momma it
You shouldn't question if you stood a chance with him
The question is did you enjoy the dance with him
(Yughh!) I'll probably pull you chair out, bitch
You know this money grew your hair out,
All that shit I bought you out
Rich, and I'm the only one I care
Place none me, God don't like ugly
Hate me or me, only he can judge me
Unpolished,
Big with the blow, niggas, I am legend
School of hard knock, I
Selling hard rock, fuck who I
I was a goner, punished by
Called him tar now he's transcending genres
The 911 came the ass shots
A crackhead was the mascot
The of the key to that padlock
I'm Jordan vs for the last shot
I need all mine,
We poppy seeds on my 40 acres, Push!

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