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 before you get man
I know you wanna hear it man
But, man, wait, hold up loc got company man
Where's my

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

I CNN sometimes and I realize
playin' tricks on my mind
They want a man to with his hands
Too young to die, and they don't give a

Rare-momma got down on her
But not no more, god it, I make cheese
I'm on the move and I'ma and prove
You might cry to my political

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

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 brings into the USA?
And then makes sure that they around the way
Gain the until the whole race traps
And teach up my woman she should call up the cops

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

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

And all the ladies got of clothes
be your long lost momma, one never knows
The are like a nightmare
While the presidents secretary is chillin' in his 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

to a lime, lime to a lemon
When you a toga-black, hire black linen
Your ripper's man applause he can't get a job
He gets up all of his family and like a slob

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

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

'Cause I'ma make it out the concrete
And there's 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 is the beat, give 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 the city heat
A little bit of and a whole lot of concrete
I'm standin' on the corner
And you can get robbed if you

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

on the steps with a blunt
I'm valentine, I wasn't raised up front
My aunt always talked about God
Tell me you never cried it's so hard
Government got a of a plan
But word is born they ain't destroyin' 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 left is the beat, uh, it to me

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