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 killin' us, son, Im you

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

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

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

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

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

But, I done passed up more
Than you may ever
What, we on sacred
the guidance of our fathers

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

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

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 City, hear me out)

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

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

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

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

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

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

And while these cats 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)

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

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

Underground,
mine, house nigga
Blood sweat and

Blood, sweat,
These three
Blood, sweat,