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

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

I CNN sometimes and I realize
They're tricks on my mind
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 it, I make cheese
I'm on the move and I'ma and prove
You cry to my political groove

in peace, sauce brothers underneath
I love you to death while my like a reef
In the middle of the night on the city
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 guns into the
And then makes sure that they come the way
Gain the points until the whole traps
And teach up my woman that she should call up the

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

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

And all the ladies got bags of
be your long lost momma, one never knows
The streets are a nightmare
While the presidents secretary is chillin' in his leather

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
you need a toga-black, hire black linen
Your ripper's man when he can't get a job
He up all of his family and feels like a slob

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

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

'Cause I'ma make it out the concrete
And there's way besides basketball
Let me go, let me do I do
I'm red, black and green, 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 is the beat, uh, give it to me

Ridin' in the street you can the city 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 gold teeth, ya hearin' funky beats
Brothers ride by slow
You get when they got tinted windows

Sittin' on the with a blunt
I'm drinkin' valentine, I raised up front
My Ellie always talked about God
Tell me you never cried it's 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 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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