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 know you don't wanna 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 moms missed
So black man care about politics
In the ninety's, our governments so

I CNN sometimes and I realize
playin' tricks on my mind
They want a man to work with his
Too young to die, and they give a damn

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

Rest in peace, sauce brothers
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 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 traps
And teach up my woman that she call up the cops

The projects are hell, wait a,
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 a man-shelter? Check out the bombs
Brother of pain, their whole lives are
They every dime tryin' not to be sober

And all the ladies got of clothes
They'll be your long momma, one never knows
The are like a nightmare
While the 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 linen
Your ripper's man when he can't get a job
He gets up all of his family and feels like a

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

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

'Cause I'ma make it out the concrete
And another way besides basketball
Let me go, let me do I do
I'm red, black and green, then red, white and

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 heat
A little bit of grass and a lot of concrete
Creepin' I'm on the corner
And you can get robbed if you

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

Sittin' on the with a blunt
I'm drinkin' valentine, I wasn't up front
My aunt Ellie talked about God
Tell me you never cried 'cause so hard
Government got a hell of a
But word is born they ain't 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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