Luyện nghe bài hát All We Got Left Is The Beat

Ey, ey, check it out
Man, you need to get up out of spot man
And get a job man you get smoked man
I know you don't wanna 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 care about politics
In the ninety's, our governments so

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

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

Rest in peace, sauce underneath
I love you to death my beat's like a reef
In the middle of the 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 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 makes sure that they come around the way
Gain the points until the race traps
And up my woman that she should call up the cops

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

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

And all the ladies got of clothes
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 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
ripper's man applause when he can't get a job
He gets up all of his family and feels a slob

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

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

'Cause I'ma make it out the concrete
And another 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

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

a mother on the street
You're seein' gold teeth, ya 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 raised up
My aunt always talked about God
Tell me you never cried it's so hard
got a hell of a plan
But is born they 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 left is the beat, huh, 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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