Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Sweat and Tears

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

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

It me twenty-four years to figure out
makes this world go round
Its not man ground with dope sound
We to ask

Why do you feel that a can make you ill
When you know broke bill can still
See through your 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 trail of blood drips
end up on my bricks

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

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

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

All we is how to double clutch revolvers
Me and my own staff flaunt a path
Im to dip shit minus in your highness
The finest of half

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

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

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

These words
Blood, sweat,
These words
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 past, I could see my life flash
the body and theres no breath
(I can ya)
I not to let my Biretta swing

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

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

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

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

And while these other cats play
I'ma 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, street
nigga, we all niggas
Black on black cause niggas drop dimes
You put down yours but I'ma keep
I'ma mine nigga

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

Underground,
mine, house nigga
Blood and tears

Blood, sweat,
three words
Blood, sweat,