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
Where's my

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

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

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

Rest in peace, brothers underneath
I love you to death while my beat's a reef
In the middle of the night on the 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
Gain the points until the whole race
And teach up my woman she should call up the cops

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

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

And all the ladies got of clothes
They'll be your lost momma, one never 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 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 need a toga-black, hire linen
Your ripper's man when he can't get a job
He gets up all of his family and like a slob

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

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

I'ma make it out the concrete walls
And there's another way 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 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

Ridin' in the you can feel the city heat
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' gold teeth, ya funky beats
Brothers ride by real
You get leary when they got tinted

Sittin' on the with a blunt
I'm drinkin' valentine, I wasn't raised up
My aunt Ellie always talked God
Tell me you never cried 'cause 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 is the beat, uh, give it to me

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