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 killin' us, son, Im you

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

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

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

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

The marks, home of the thrown home
Our true thats dead and gone
In the hills effective chrome
to these graves

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

But, I done up more shit
you may ever touch
What, we on sacred
Without the guidance of our

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

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

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

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

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

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

Im a veteran
And Im for the better things
Its B
Check the of blacks
They crack, livin' in poverty
(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 easily fall victim to streets
And deaths definite
(Blood)

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

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

And these other cats play hard
praise God
And God that Im here
sweat and tears

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

These three
(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 down yours but I'ma keep
I'ma mine nigga

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

Underground,
mine, house nigga
Blood sweat and

Blood, sweat,
These words
Blood, sweat,