Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sunday

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

I used to watch my grandmother catch the Holy Ghost in
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 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 funk
Black, mackadocious, speakers in the trunk shit"
the boss is boss and need 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 where I to write rhymes
Instead of doing

Nineteen eighty-six to eighty-nine
Organized Konfusion did not get
But we soon 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 a loved one, Lawd, help us to make it over
the pork cigarettes and forty-nine cent soda
We came a long way and I'm still for my freedom
Still have one miles to go, escape from

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

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

The state of mind I was in since Paul Sea died is
I gotta get mines, representin' 40
So I'm all-in, gotta make and all that
Close my own record deal 'cause I fall for that

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

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

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