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 you get smoked man
I you don't wanna 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 moms missed flips
So black man really about politics
In the ninety's, our governments so

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

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

Rest in peace, sauce underneath
I love you to death while my like a reef
In the of the night 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 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 makes sure that they around the way
Gain the points the whole race traps
And up my woman 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
to feed, somebody's gettin' robbed

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

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

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
you need a toga-black, hire black linen
Your ripper's man applause when he get a job
He gets up all of his family and like a slob

The black women understand
'Cause they don't realize it is to be a black man
In the mornin' a brother 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 hand I get it all together
They don't me at times of bad weather

'Cause make it out the concrete walls
And there's another way besides
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

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

Paybacks a mother on the
You're gold teeth, ya hearin' funky beats
Brothers by real slow
You get leary when they got windows

on the steps with a blunt
I'm drinkin' valentine, I wasn't up front
My aunt Ellie always talked God
Tell me you never cried 'cause it's so
Government got a hell of a
But word is born 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 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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