Luyện nghe bài hát All We Got Left Is The Beat

Ey, ey, check it out
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 you've got man
Where's my

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

I watch CNN and I realize
They're 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 on her knees
But not no more, god it, I make cheese
I'm on the move and show and prove
You cry to my political groove

Rest in peace, 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 guns into the
And then sure that they come around the way
the points until the whole race traps
And teach up my woman she should call up the cops

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

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

And all the ladies got of clothes
They'll be your long lost momma, one never
The streets are like a
the presidents secretary is chillin' in his leather 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, hire black
Your ripper's man when he can't get a job
He gets up all of his and feels like a slob

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

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

'Cause I'ma make it out the walls
And there's another way besides
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 feel the city
A little bit of grass and a whole lot of
Creepin' I'm standin' on the
And you can get robbed if you

a mother on the street
You're seein' teeth, ya hearin' funky beats
ride by real slow
You get when they got tinted windows

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

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, give it to me

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