Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sunday

Lawd, me out now
We get together, we gotta Organize
No matter the
a black Sunday, hey

I used to watch my catch the Holy Ghost in church
For her soul she would
years later, now I'm off to work
In a department store, I'm foldin' and shirts, ah

At the end of the week, ah,
Just enough loot to put some cheap sneakers on my
That's when I made a promise to my
I said, "I betcha, you see me at the Apollo one day and

Be kickin' that fat shit
Black, mackadocious, speakers in the back shit"
the boss is boss and need is costing me
To miss and I feel he spoke to me

To be a jackass in the
Then, gonna shoot ya?
At this point in my life is where I to write rhymes
of doing crimes

Nineteen to nineteen eighty-nine
Organized Konfusion did not get
But we will soon one day, until
I return at twelve at noon on the track, Sunday

Lawd, me out, ah
We get together, we gotta Organize
No the weather
a black Sunday

Yeah, losing a loved one, Lawd, help us to make it over
Delete the pork cigarettes and forty-nine cent
We came a long way and I'm still for my freedom
have one hundred miles to go, escape from

The crack villes, so you can feed baby
I used to ride the elevator the crazy lady
1 year later I made demo with the Monch
And [unverified] was on the fader, ran out quick

So I encouraged Monch to writing rhymes
And Mrs. J cooked dinner, then we came same hard times
Sour shouldn't have been on the plate
Two apes back to L.A. with our demo tape

The state of I was in since Paul Sea died is that
I get mines, representin' 40 projects
So I'm all-in, gotta papes and all that
my own record deal 'cause I can't fall for that

Old snake shit in the grass
For the cash, cents, intuition listen
If you're missin' my money, my fist you will be
Dang, I don't understand

Lord, me out now
We gotta get together, we gotta
No matter the
It's a Sunday

it out
Like to say whassup to my herd
Like to say rest in to my man [unverified]
And rest in peace to my man, juice, three