Luyện nghe bài hát All We Got Left Is The Beat

Ey, ey, it out homie
Man, you need to get up out of this man
And get a job man you get smoked man
I know you wanna hear it man
But, man, wait, up loc you've got company man
Where's my

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

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

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

in peace, sauce brothers underneath
I love you to death my beat's like a reef
In the middle of the night on the city
The thing 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 into the USA?
And then makes sure that come around the way
Gain the points the whole race traps
And teach up my woman that she should up the cops

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

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

And all the got bags of clothes
They'll be long lost momma, one never knows
The streets are like a
While the secretary is chillin' 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
Your ripper's man applause when he get a job
He up all of his family and feels like a slob

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

So all women fear, the ain't real
'Cause they give us no jobs, that's the real deal
Hold my 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 way besides basketball
Let me go, let me do I do
I'm red, and green, then 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 heat
A bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete
Creepin' I'm standin' on the
And you can get if you wanna

a mother on the street
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 raised up
My aunt Ellie talked about God
Tell me you never cried 'cause so hard
got a hell of a plan
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 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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