Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sunday

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

I used to watch my catch the Holy Ghost in church
For her she would search
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 cheap sneakers on my feet
when I made 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, speakers in the back shit"
'Cause the boss is boss and is costing me
To miss classes and I he spoke to me

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

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

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

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

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

So I encouraged Monch to writing rhymes
And Mrs. J cooked dinner, then we came into same times
Sour contract have been on the plate
Two apes escaped back to L.A. with our tape

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

Old snake shit in the grass
For the cash, little cents, listen
If missin' my money, my fist you will be kissin'
Dang, I even understand

Lord, me out now
We get together, we gotta organize
No matter the
a black Sunday

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