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

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

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

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

Rest in peace, brothers underneath
I love you to death while my beat's a reef
In the of the night on the city streets
The only thing we got left is the

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 sure that they come around the way
the points until the whole race traps
And teach up my woman that she call up the cops

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

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

And all the ladies got of clothes
They'll be your long lost momma, one never
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 applause when he get a job
He gets up all of his family and feels like a

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

So all women fear, the brothers ain't
they 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 it out the concrete walls
And another way besides basketball
Let me go, let me do I do
I'm red, and green, then red, white 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 left is the beat, uh, it to me

Ridin' in the street you can 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

a mother on the street
You're seein' gold teeth, ya funky beats
ride by real slow
You get leary when they got tinted

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