Luyện nghe bài hát Be A Man

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

Sure of yourself risin, prices of skyrisin
countries movin in USA, enterprisin
Snatchin your mic then speakin, you might be leakin
Then the luxury, average man be seekin
Thought he was so smarthoe's cheatin, fall apart
Fuckin a hundred couldn't mend a broken heart
Start as a soda jerk job, as a clerk
Fucked white bitch in the office, got fired from work
Nine-to-five, government high taxes, dispatches
attackin black Asiatics, resident with bad plumbin
Cocaine got my brain numb an' bitch complained 'bout
Pussy stay hummin$200 parkin, summer's out of state
High blood pills prescribed by Dr. Lawrence
Got me weight, fuckin up my right kidney
raped at school Allah wit me
Peoples' eyes closed like by folk membership
With doctor bills
Framed got shot and killed, cops pills
Three pair cotton, closet, cabinet of No Frills
Mo' bills, sister got evicted from Hill
a hole inside the NARC wheels
My dogs bark, still dark steel
And unmarked bills, I'm from the uncut, dope, found on reels
Bobby may switch back to Bobby Steels
.38's, bought rust inside the herb gate
So Hungry, son, 'bout to shrink down to a weight
Rash break out, where's the blue ointment, face-to-face
Un-proudly in the church for annointment
Bet the checks come late
About to separate her man
In +The City+, Violence+ excavates
Get a highest ratio in five
The idea is to fear
Boy you slap yo' bitch, is there to cuff you or snuff you
might bust you
Cause your hoe snatched your up, didn't want to fuck you
We must learn to communicate, and
Stop the black on black, hate on
White on white, on white
Put the in love
I'm blunted up, blasted the strip club
Shorty wop, fifteen old, all she needed was love
And mo' dough so she won't have to 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 shit
get trapped out, I mean, yo
Got crack fiends in spots with vaccine
Black teens out of high school, white teens sellin stock
With they can't put their word on
20 Years, shorty wop, 'bout to swerve on
Up in the crib, new fridge, pig
Two kids, pawned this older cat who looked like Calvin
But got in his back last year
his jewel inside the diamond district
No one got convicted, heard they never the biscuit
I'm booby by the capitalists
Tryin to subsist, sometimes happiness is hot and catfish
Or a bowl of Cookie Crisp, I got by this rookie bitch
'bout I couldn't put my feet on the fire hydrants
To tie my kicks, $50 ticket, 'bout to and picket
And shout at the City Hall, the wicked
Too greedy, to the needy, down on my luck
'Bout to jab a ouija board, that's when Bobby seen me
Said, Yo son, stress out over no one, learn the slogan
Knowledge is the battle, that's one to grow on
And be counterfeit
It's a bad which bein a man, but we got to handle it
Bad situation when you bein a man