Luyện nghe bài hát 40 Acres

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

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

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

Unpolished,
Might have broke a heart or two but gave an effort
My nonchalant is always fuck it
35 years of marriage and my momma it
You shouldn't question if you ever stood a with him
The better question is did you enjoy the with him
(Yughh!) I'll probably never pull you chair out,
You know this money grew your out, switch
All that I bought you wear out
Rich, and I'm the only one I care
Place none me, God don't like ugly
me or love me, only he can judge me
Unpolished,
Big willie with the blow, niggas, I am
School of knock, I attended
Selling rock, fuck who I offended
I was a goner, punished by
him tar baby now he's transcending genres
The 911 came the ass shots
A toothless was the mascot
The owner of the key to padlock
I'm Jordan vs Cavs for the shot
I need all mine,
We growin' poppy on my 40 acres, Push!

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