Luyện nghe bài hát All We Got Left Is The Beat

Ey, ey, it out homie
Man, you need to get up out of spot 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 on the street I hear gunshots, rare shots
Swear crack niggas 'cause they're missed flips
So black man really care about
In the ninety's, our governments so

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

Rare-momma got on her knees
But not no more, god damn it, I make
I'm on the move and I'ma show and
You might cry to my groove

Rest in peace, sauce brothers
I love you to while my beat's like a reef
In the middle of the night on the 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 points the whole race traps
And up my woman that she should call up the cops

The projects are hell, 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 gettin'

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

And all the got bags of clothes
They'll be your long lost momma, one never
The streets are like a
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, lime to a
When you a toga-black, hire black linen
Your man applause when he can't get a job
He gets up all of his family and feels like a

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

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

'Cause I'ma it out the concrete walls
And there's another way besides
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 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

in the street you can feel the city heat
A little bit of and a whole lot of concrete
Creepin' I'm 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 slow
You get leary when got tinted windows

on the steps with a blunt
I'm drinkin' valentine, I raised up front
My aunt Ellie always talked God
Tell me you never 'cause it's so hard
got a hell 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 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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