Luyện nghe bài hát Be A Man

Yeah it's Digital
Just floatin over The
I came this, this, this black man
He was about look down below

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