Luyện nghe bài hát Back Against the Wall

Tryin to it..
It's been a road
Records

[Master P &
UNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH! (C'mon, ooh)
feel that? (I feel it playboy, I smell you)
It's real out 40 (It's real Pee!)

I'm out here in the slums where thugs be usin, ghetto
like, choppin up candy
on top of a dried up JCPenney pee-stained mattress
Whatever it takes to survive, see what I supply
Like slippin and slidin in the store
and settling out of
Soft white coke-a-plants turn into hard
Thirty-eight snub nosed pistol lay nijjas on they wallets
The saga continues, the struggle's just
And it's hard to look up to folks, cause THEY be sinnin
'Pac gone, Biggie gone, Seagram gone -- and we lost Eazy-E
one of the first rappers of all time
to the most vicious and deadliest disease in history cancer
To Acquired Deficiency Syndrome, tombstone
From the graveyard shift, Mister C
One love, to Rappin Ron and B
of the trigger (unnngggggggghhhhhh)
Po' out a little

Chorus: 2X

not the same, this world is crazy
We out here through it all
Everything change, it's gettin shady
Got our backs against the

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UNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH, I shed tears for 40, some for anger
bloodshed by crooked cops, and gangbangers
Feel my pain (unnnggghhh) time'll change it
and fast money, cars, and bitches got me trapped in game
And my homies ballin, picture me fallin
and momma in the funeral and crawlin
Is there a heaven or
To ghetto kids in the anky time will tell
And jealousy, and envy, come with
While crooked, politicians, run the
And it's a, damn to see my, weeples vanish
Now they us ebonics, what about english and spanish
I couldn't, live my life behind and gates
While the government a game called process to eliminate

Case #246, shootin in an area
They was steady complainin the dope sellin
But they never been evicted, or convicted
ain't never been subpeonaed to court, or arrested
Shackled an animal for pushin rocks
Dang near to death by motorcycle cops
Pepper sprayed and laughed at that shit was funny
breezy threw down on her tummy
Do you ever think I'll be able to get
a chance to and ask the lord for forgiveness
before he the casket, will my son end up growin up
without a father will he end up a bastard?
A bastard -- that's a good (unggggggggghhhh!)
I know, I don't know