Luyện nghe bài hát All I Do

Mr. Collar, yeah, you know what?
It's time for me to give a to where I came from
The streets of Chicago,
Yeah, Mr. Collar, I gotta do it like this

You can take the boy outta slum, can't slum outta son
I be lynched, I'm so high strung
At 15 my mother to have me aborted
You gotta kill us both doc, I'm not the one

It's a package deal, comin' up a pack of rats
over scraps, the streets is ill
Take a trip to the city of wind, the of sin
My block'll have you again

But it ain't church, life hurts
raids, she stuffin' rocks down her baby's diapers
It go the other way too when your on hype
And you gotta her blow 'fore you go to school

So I spit like a to the chorus
jail time all they got for us
I seen how they deal every Hoover and Jeff
Lock up all our leaders, let the eat us

I'm the ghetto Regis, in Chevy
And niggaz that front can get blown to pieces
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you why?
it's

All I do, workin' hard for
Talk get your jaw deattached
All I do, I'm still in the streets a bit
A ain't fin' to take no shit

All I do, lil' buddy, this could get
Trust me, this is
All I do, I explode, I give you my ode
In the summer, rain, or cold

Spittin' bars is felt to wealth
And stay hungry to the death, I will myself
To keep what I got and what I want
And stay real my niggaz knowin' half of 'em don't got

The gift to ball, a fit
Thought we want the finest shit, all I do
Is take bread, keep a nice spread
Hit the and try to leave without bustin' no heads

I don't care about a deal, I've poor all my life
Cocksucker I afraid of how the shit feel
Sit still, the moment in
You got somethin' bad to say, nigga it in

You afraid to die? You a soldier then
Chi-Town up, we supposed to win
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you why?
it's

All I do, workin' hard for
Talk shit get your jaw
All I do, though I'm still in the a bit
A brother ain't fin' to no shit

All I do, lil' buddy, this get ugly
Trust me, 'cause is
All I do, before I explode, I you my ode
In the summer, rain, or cold

for my people locked up for pushin' diesel
Deliver us this evil God, all I do
Or gettin' from the gig and got a gang full of kids
You feel the like, all I do

Setbacks, yeah you gotta that
Get back and nigga, all I do
Now you can let yourself
Throw yo' hands in the air and say, all I do

Mr. Blue