Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sunday

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

I used to watch my catch the Holy Ghost in church
For her she would search
Five 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 on my feet
That's when I a promise to my momma
I said, "I betcha, you see me at the Apollo one day and

Be kickin' that fat shit
Black, mackadocious, in the back trunk shit"
'Cause the boss is boss and need is 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 I chose to write rhymes
Instead of crimes

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

Lawd, me out, ah
We get together, we gotta Organize
No matter the
It's a Sunday

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

The crack villes, so you can feed that
I used to ride the with the crazy lady
1 year later I made demo cassettes the Monch
And was on the fader, rhymes ran out quick

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

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

Old shit hissin' in the grass
For the cash, little cents, intuition
If you're missin' my money, my fist you will be
Dang, I even understand

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

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