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 you don't wanna hear it man
But, man, wait, hold up loc you've got man
my guns?

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

I watch CNN and I realize
playin' tricks on my mind
They want a man to work with his
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 and I'ma show and prove
You might cry to my groove

in peace, sauce brothers underneath
I love you to death while my beat's like a
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 into the USA?
And then makes that they come around the way
Gain the points the whole race traps
And teach up my woman 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
Mouth to feed, somebody's gettin'

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

And all the ladies got of clothes
They'll be your lost momma, one never knows
The streets are like a
While the presidents secretary is 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

Lemon to a lime, to a lemon
When you need a toga-black, hire linen
ripper's man applause when he can't get a job
He gets up all of his and feels like a slob

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

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

I'ma make it out the concrete walls
And another way besides basketball
Let me go, let me do I do
I'm red, black and green, then red, 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 street you can feel the heat
A little bit of grass and a whole lot of
Creepin' I'm on the corner
And you can get if you wanna

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

Sittin' on the steps a blunt
I'm drinkin' valentine, I wasn't raised up
My Ellie always talked about God
me you never cried 'cause it's so hard
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 is the beat, uh, give 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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