Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Sweat and Tears

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

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

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

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

Before death and fame 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 dead and gone
In the hills most effective
Return to graves

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

But, I done passed up 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 a different path
Im tryin' to dip shit minus in highness
The finest of half

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

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

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

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

Go nigga
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 life
Leavin' the body and no breath
(I can ya)
I not to let my Biretta swing

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

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

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

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

And while other cats play hard
praise God
And thank God that Im
Blood sweat and

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

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

nigga, street nigga
House nigga, we all
Black on black crime cause niggas dimes
You put yours 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 for the limelight
I be down here my niggas

Underground,
mine, house nigga
Blood sweat and

Blood, sweat,
three words
Blood, sweat,