Luyện nghe bài hát All We Got Left Is The Beat

Ey, ey, it out homie
Man, you to get up out of this spot man
And get a job man before you get man
I you don't wanna hear it man
But, man, wait, up loc you've got company man
Where's my

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

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

got down 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 you to death while my beat's like a reef
In the middle of the 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 left is the beat, huh, 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 until the whole race traps
And teach up my that she should call up the cops

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

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

And all the ladies got bags of
be your long lost momma, one never knows
The streets are like a
While the presidents 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

to a lime, lime to a lemon
When you need a toga-black, hire black
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 realize what it is to be a man
In the mornin' a brother feels like a
Seein' black women and white men go to

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

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 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

in the street you can feel the city heat
A little bit of grass and a lot of concrete
I'm standin' on the corner
And you can get robbed if you

Paybacks a on the street
You're seein' gold teeth, ya hearin' funky
Brothers by real slow
You get leary when got tinted windows

Sittin' on the steps a blunt
I'm valentine, I wasn't raised up front
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 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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