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 grandmother catch the Holy in church
For her soul she search
Five later, now I'm off to work
In a store, I'm foldin' pants and shirts, ah

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

Be that fat funk shit
Black, mackadocious, in the back trunk shit"
'Cause the boss is boss and need is me
To miss classes and I he spoke to me

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

Nineteen 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, black

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

Yeah, remember a loved one, Lawd, help us to make it over
Delete the pork cigarettes and forty-nine 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 baby
I to ride 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 writing rhymes
And Mrs. J cooked dinner, then we came into same hard
Sour contract shouldn't have on the plate
Two escaped back to L.A. with our demo tape

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

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

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

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