Luyện nghe bài hát All We Got Left Is The Beat

Ey, ey, it out homie
Man, you need to get up out of this man
And get a job man you get smoked man
I know you wanna hear it man
But, man, wait, hold up loc you've got man
Where's my

When I'm ridin' on the I hear gunshots, rare shots
Swear crack 'cause they're moms missed flips
So black man really care about
In the ninety's, our governments so

I watch CNN sometimes and I
playin' tricks on my mind
They want a man to with his hands
Too young to die, and they give a damn

got down on her knees
But not no more, god damn it, I make
I'm on the move and I'ma and prove
You might cry to my groove

Rest in peace, sauce brothers
I love you to while my beat's like a reef
In the middle of the on the city streets
The thing we got left is the beat

All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, huh, it to me
All we got is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, uh

Who guns into the USA?
And then sure that they come around the way
Gain the points until the race traps
And teach up my woman that she call up the cops

The projects are hell, wait a,
There's nothin' we do but ride on top of an
Say the clubs, I get a job
to feed, somebody's gettin' robbed

I ain't worked, but I ain't workin' for
You ever a man-shelter? Check out the bombs
Brother of pain, their whole are over
They every dime tryin' not to be sober

And all the got bags of clothes
They'll be your long lost momma, one knows
The streets are a nightmare
While the presidents secretary is in his leather chair

All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, it to me
All we got is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, uh

Lemon to a lime, to a lemon
When you a toga-black, hire black linen
Your ripper's man applause when he get a job
He gets up all of his family and feels like a

The black women understand
'Cause they don't realize what it is to be a man
In the a brother feels like a jerk
Seein' black women and men go to work

So all women fear, the brothers ain't
'Cause won't give us no jobs, that's the real deal
Hold my hand while I get it all
They deserve me at times of bad weather

I'ma make it out the concrete walls
And another way besides basketball
Let me go, let me do I do
I'm red, and green, then red, white and blue

All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, it to me
All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, it to me

Ridin' in the street you can feel the city
A little bit of and a whole lot of concrete
Creepin' I'm on the corner
And you can get if you wanna

a mother on the street
You're gold teeth, ya hearin' funky beats
Brothers ride by real
You get leary when got tinted windows

Sittin' on the steps with a
I'm drinkin' valentine, I raised up front
My aunt Ellie always talked God
Tell me you never cried it's so hard
Government got a hell of a
But word is they ain't destroyin' this black man

All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, give it to me
All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, uh, give it to me

All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, huh, it to me
All we got is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, uh, give it to me

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