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 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 I hear gunshots, rare shots
Swear crack niggas 'cause they're missed flips
So black man really care about
In the ninety's, our so slick

I watch CNN and I realize
They're tricks on my mind
They want a man to work his hands
Too young to die, and they 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

Rest in peace, brothers underneath
I love you to death my beat's like a reef
In the of the night on the city streets
The only we got left 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 guns 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 are hell, wait a, minute
nothin' we do but ride 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 seen a man-shelter? out the bombs
Brother of pain, their lives are over
They spent every tryin' not to be sober

And all the got bags 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 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, lime to a
When you need a toga-black, hire black
Your ripper's man applause he can't get a job
He gets up all of his family and feels a slob

The black women understand
'Cause they realize what it is to be a black man
In the mornin' a brother like a jerk
Seein' black women and white men go to

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

'Cause 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, white and

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 you can feel the city heat
A bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete
Creepin' I'm on the corner
And you can get if you wanna

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

Sittin' on the steps a blunt
I'm drinkin' valentine, I wasn't up front
My aunt Ellie always about God
Tell me you never cried 'cause so hard
Government got a of a plan
But word is born they ain't 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 left is the beat, huh, 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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