Luyện nghe bài hát Be A Man

Yeah Bobby Digital
Just floatin The City
I came across this, this, black man
He was talkin about down below

Sure of yourself risin, of food skyrisin
countries movin in USA, enterprisin
Snatchin your mic then speakin, while you be leakin
Then losin the luxury, average man be
Thought he was so smarthoe's cheatin, life fall
Fuckin a hundred bitches mend a broken heart
Start as a soda jerk job, as a mail
Fucked this white bitch in the office, got fired from
Nine-to-five, high taxes, police dispatches
Beauracatic attackin black Asiatics, resident with bad
Cocaine got my brain numb an' bitch complained 'bout
Pussy stay hummin$200 parkin, summer's out of warrants
High blood pressure prescribed by Dr. Lawrence
Got me gainin weight, up my right kidney
Cousin raped at Allah wit me
Peoples' eyes closed like envelopes by folk
unpaid doctor bills
Framed got shot and killed, poppin pills
Three cotton, steel closet, cabinet of No Frills
Mo' bills, sister got from Park Hill
a hole inside the NARC wheels
My bark, still carry dark steel
And unmarked bills, I'm from the uncut, dope, found on director's
Bobby Digital may switch back to Bobby
.38's, bought rust inside the herb gate
So Hungry, son, 'bout to shrink down to a bird's
break out, where's the blue ointment, face-to-face appointments
Un-proudly in the church for annointment
Bet the don't come late
About to separate her man
In +The City+, +Domestic Violence+
Get a highest ratio in five
The is to plant fear
Boy you slap yo' bitch, po-lice is to cuff you or snuff you
They bust you
Cause your hoe snatched money up, didn't want to fuck you
We learn to communicate, and unificate
Stop the on black, hate on hate
White on white, on white
Put the love in
I'm blunted up, blasted the strip club
wop, fifteen year old, all she needed was love
And mo' dough so she have to show her knotty afro
Collect call from my son to now, he might trial
cut, and cop out to a 3 to 6
Bad situations, bein a man is hard
get trapped out, I mean, yo
Got crack fiends in spots with shots
Black teens drop out of high school, teens sellin stock
With bonds they put their word on
20 Years, shorty wop, pussy to swerve on
Up in the crib, new fridge, pig
Two kids, pawned older cat who looked like Calvin Coolridge
But got splat in his back year
Robbin' his jewel inside the district
No one got convicted, heard they never the biscuit
I'm booby trapped by the
Tryin to subsist, sometimes happiness is hot and catfish
Or a bowl of Cookie Crisp, I got harassed by rookie bitch
Talkin' 'bout I couldn't put my feet on the fire
To tie my kicks, $50 ticket, 'bout to and picket
And shout at the Hall, motherfuck the wicked
Too greedy, give to the needy, down on my
'Bout to jab a ouija board, that's when Digi seen me
Said, Yo son, don't out over no one, learn the slogan
Knowledge is the battle, that's one to grow on
And don't be
It's a bad situation bein a man, but we got to handle it
Bad when you ain't bein a man