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 don't hear it man
But, man, wait, hold up loc you've got man
my guns?

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

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

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

Rest in peace, brothers underneath
I love you to death while my beat's like a
In the middle of the night on the 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 brings guns into the
And then makes sure that they come the way
Gain the points the whole race traps
And teach up my woman that she 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 robbed

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

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

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, the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, uh

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

The black don't understand
'Cause they don't 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 won't give us no jobs, that's the real deal
my hand while I get it all together
They don't me at times of bad weather

'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, black and green, 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 bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete
I'm standin' on the corner
And you can get robbed if you

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

Sittin' on the steps with a
I'm drinkin' valentine, I wasn't up front
My aunt Ellie always talked God
me you never cried '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 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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