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

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

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

Rest in peace, brothers underneath
I love you to while 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 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 guns into the USA?
And then makes sure that they around the way
the points until 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 ride on top of an
Say the clubs, I get a job
Mouth to feed, somebody's gettin'

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

And all the got bags of clothes
They'll be your long lost momma, one knows
The streets are a nightmare
While the presidents is chillin' 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

to a lime, lime to a lemon
When you need a toga-black, hire black
Your man applause when he can't get a job
He up all of his family and feels like a slob

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

'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, 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 left is the beat, uh, it to me

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

Paybacks a on the street
You're seein' gold teeth, ya hearin' beats
Brothers ride by slow
You get leary when got tinted windows

on the steps with a blunt
I'm drinkin' valentine, I wasn't up front
My aunt always talked about God
Tell me you never cried 'cause it's so
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 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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