Luyện nghe bài hát Be A Man

Yeah it's Bobby
Just over The City
I came across this, this, black man
He was talkin about look down

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, man be seekin
Thought he was so cheatin, life fall apart
a hundred bitches couldn't 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 taxes, police dispatches
Beauracatic attackin black Asiatics, with bad plumbin
Cocaine got my numb an' bitch complained 'bout cummin'
Pussy stay hummin$200 parkin, summer's out of state
High blood pressure pills by Dr. Lawrence
Got me gainin weight, fuckin up my right
Cousin raped at Allah wit me
Peoples' eyes closed like by folk membership
With doctor bills
Framed got shot and killed, cops poppin
Three pair cotton, steel closet, of No Frills
Mo' bills, sister got evicted Park Hill
a hole inside the NARC wheels
My dogs bark, still carry steel
And unmarked bills, I'm from the uncut, dope, on director's reels
Bobby Digital may switch back to Bobby
Rusty .38's, bought rust inside the gate
So Hungry, son, 'bout to shrink down to a bird's
Rash break out, the blue ointment, face-to-face appointments
Un-proudly in the paid for annointment
Bet the checks don't late
About to separate her man
In +The City+, +Domestic excavates
Get a highest ratio in five
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 money up, didn't want to fuck you
We must learn to communicate, and
the black on black, hate on hate
White on white, on white
Put the love in
I'm blunted up, blasted inside the strip
Shorty wop, year 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
Somethin'll get out, I mean, yo
Got crack fiends in with vaccine shots
Black teens out of high school, white teens sellin stock
With bonds they can't put their on
20 Years, wop, pussy 'bout to swerve on
Up in the crib, new fridge, pig
Two kids, pawned this older cat who looked like Coolridge
But got in his back last year
Robbin' his jewel inside the diamond
No one got convicted, heard they never found the
I'm booby trapped by the
Tryin to subsist, happiness is hot grits and catfish
Or a bowl of Cookie Crisp, I got by this rookie bitch
Talkin' 'bout I couldn't put my on the fire hydrants
To tie my kicks, $50 ticket, 'bout to and picket
And at the City Hall, motherfuck the wicked
Too greedy, give to the needy, down on my
'Bout to jab a ouija board, that's when Bobby Digi me
Said, Yo son, stress out over no one, learn the slogan
Knowledge is half the battle, one to grow on
And don't be
It's a bad situation which a man, but we got to handle it
Bad situation when you ain't a man