Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Sweat and Tears

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

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

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

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

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

The marks, home of the thrown home
Our true thugs thats and gone
In the most effective chrome
Return to graves

youngsters what Im facin'
'Cause we had
We been strugglin' single shot gauges
Thats straight bad luck

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

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

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

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

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

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

Go head
A whole lot changed since my left
(I can you, baby)
And since my mothers
(I can you, baby)

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

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

What you gotta do is live what life give
And make the of it
(Try to see the of it)
'Cause you could easily fall victim to streets
And most definite
(Blood)

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

Steady, to work
Handling dirt, holding turf
We all shed for the ones
(Tears)
The thug and all deceased peers

And while these other play hard
I'ma God
And God that Im here
sweat and tears

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

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

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

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

Underground,
mine, house nigga
Blood and tears

Blood, sweat,
three words
Blood, sweat,