Luyện nghe bài hát All We Got Left Is The Beat

Ey, ey, it out homie
Man, you need to get up out of spot man
And get a job man before you get man
I know you don't hear it man
But, man, wait, hold up loc got company man
my guns?

When I'm on the street I hear gunshots, rare shots
Swear crack niggas 'cause they're moms missed
So black man care about politics
In the ninety's, our so slick

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

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

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

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

Who brings guns into the
And then makes that they come around the way
the points until the whole race traps
And teach up my that she should call up the cops

The projects are hell, a, minute
There's nothin' we do but ride on top of an
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 a man-shelter? Check out the bombs
Brother of pain, whole lives are over
They every dime tryin' not to be sober

And all the got bags of clothes
They'll be long lost momma, one never 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, lime to a
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 a slob

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

So all fear, the brothers ain't real
'Cause won't give 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 make it out the concrete walls
And there's another way 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

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

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

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