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

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

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

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

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

The marks, of the warrior thrown home
Our true thugs thats dead and
In the most effective chrome
Return to these

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What you gotta do is live what life give
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 that 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 peers

And while these other cats hard
I'ma God
And thank God that Im
Blood sweat and

These three
(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 cause niggas drop dimes
You put yours but I'ma keep mine
I'ma keep nigga

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

Underground,
mine, house nigga
Blood and tears

Blood, sweat,
These words
Blood, sweat,