Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Sweat and Tears

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

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

It took me twenty-four to figure out
What makes this world go
Its not man holding with dope sound
We to ask

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

Before 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 thrown home
Our true thugs dead and gone
In the hills effective chrome
to these graves

Showin' what Im facin'
'Cause we had
We been strugglin' since shot gauges
straight ghetto bad luck

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

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

Honest to god, Im down my card
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 all the way from New York City, hear me out)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And while these other cats play
I'ma God
And God that Im here
Blood and tears

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

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

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

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

Underground,
mine, house nigga
Blood sweat and

Blood, sweat,
These words
Blood, sweat,