Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Sweat and Tears

Yo, yo son
Yo, killin' 'em out there, son
They out there, son, word up
Yo they us, son, Im tellin' you

Yall niggas cmon thats my
better cmon, yo wake up, son
dyin', son
Yo, cmon nigga, wake up,

It took me twenty-four years to out
What makes world go round
Its not man holding ground dope sound
We to ask

Why do you feel that a can make you ill
When you know broke bill can still
See right through your ass
Before was a sport and we had thoughts of getting busy

death left and fame had his way
The Brownsville, the place, the ill
Follow the of fresh blood drips
Youll end up on my

The marks, home of the warrior home
Our thugs thats dead and gone
In the hills most chrome
to these graves

Showin' what Im facin'
we had trouble
We been strugglin' single shot gauges
Thats straight ghetto bad

But, I done passed up more
Than you may ever
What, we on grounds
Without the guidance of our

All we know is how to clutch revolvers
Me and my own staff a different path
Im tryin' to dip shit in your highness
The of kickin' half

Honest to god, Im layin' my card
Its been hard, for too years
Blood sweat and

These three
(Man, got to say)
Blood, sweat,
(Mop family)

three words
(We went to the death, we knew he was and gone)
Blood, sweat,
(We comin' all the way from New City, hear me out)

These words
Blood, sweat,
These three
Blood, sweat,

Go nigga
A whole lot changed since my brother
(I can you, baby)
And my mothers death
(I can you, baby)

But as time past, I could see my flash
Leavin' the and theres no breath
(I can ya)
I chose not to let my Biretta

'Cause Im a
And Im livin' for the better
Its B
the majority of blacks
They slingin' crack, in poverty
(True testament)

What you do is live what your life give
And the best of it
(Try to see the of it)
'Cause you easily fall victim to these streets
And deaths most
(Blood)

Is for the that died
The mothers cried
The brothers that
All we do is
(Sweat)

Steady, to work
dirt, holding your turf
We all for the loved ones
(Tears)
The thug ones and all deceased

And while these other cats hard
praise God
And thank God Im here
Blood sweat and

three words
(Till the of dawn)
Blood, sweat,
(Birella)

three words
(Till the of dawn)
Blood, sweat,
(Twenty-one gun salute)

Ghetto nigga, nigga
House nigga, we all
Black on crime cause niggas drop dimes
You put down yours but I'ma keep
keep mine nigga

Uncle Sam drop his shit for nobody
So nobody gonna take my from me
So while you house niggas is fighting for the
I be here with my niggas

Underground,
Holdin' mine, house
Blood sweat and

Blood, sweat,
These three
Blood, sweat,