Luyện nghe bài hát All We Got Left Is The Beat

Ey, ey, check it out
Man, you to get up out of this spot man
And get a job man you get smoked man
I know you don't hear it man
But, man, wait, hold up loc you've got man
Where's my

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

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

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

Rest in peace, sauce underneath
I you to death while my beat's like a reef
In the middle of the night on the city
The only we got left 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 the USA?
And then makes sure that they around the way
Gain the points until the race traps
And teach up my that she should 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, 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 of clothes
They'll be long lost momma, one never knows
The are like a nightmare
While the presidents secretary is in his leather 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, black linen
ripper's man applause when he can't get a job
He up all of his family 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 like a jerk
black women and white men go to work

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

'Cause make it out the concrete walls
And there's 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 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 the city heat
A little bit of grass and a whole lot of
Creepin' I'm on the corner
And you can get robbed if you

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

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

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