Luyện nghe bài hát 40 Acres

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

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

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

Unpolished,
Might broke a heart or two but gave an honest effort
My nonchalant is always fuck it
35 of marriage and my momma left it
You question if you ever stood a chance with him
The better question is did you enjoy the dance him
(Yughh!) I'll probably never pull you chair out,
You know this money grew hair out, switch
All shit I bought you wear out
Rich, and I'm the one I care about
Place none me, God don't like ugly
Hate me or love me, only he can 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 crackhead was the
The of the key to that padlock
I'm Jordan vs Cavs for the shot
I need all mine,
We poppy seeds on my 40 acres, Push!

Trouble world, trouble
Trouble times 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, go home
And I ain't without my 40 acres