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 know you 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 gunshots, rare shots
Swear niggas 'cause they're moms missed flips
So black man care about politics
In the ninety's, our so slick

I watch CNN sometimes and I
They're playin' tricks on my
They want a man to work with his
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 move and I'ma show and
You might cry to my groove

Rest in peace, sauce underneath
I love you to death my beat's like a reef
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 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 guns into the
And then sure 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 are hell, wait a, minute
There's nothin' we do but on top of an elevator
Say the clubs, I get a job
Mouth to feed, somebody's robbed

I ain't worked, but I ain't workin' for
You ever a man-shelter? Check out the bombs
of pain, their whole lives 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
the presidents 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, 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 family and like a slob

The black women understand
'Cause they don't 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 fear, the brothers ain't real
they won't give us no jobs, that's the real deal
Hold my while I get it all together
They don't me at times of bad weather

'Cause I'ma 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, 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 bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete
Creepin' I'm standin' on the
And you can get if you wanna

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

Sittin' on the with a blunt
I'm drinkin' valentine, I wasn't raised up
My aunt always talked about God
Tell me you never cried 'cause so hard
Government got a hell of a
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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