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

It took me twenty-four to figure out
makes 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 broke can still
See right through 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 blood
end up on my bricks

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

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

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

All we know is how to double revolvers
Me and my own staff flaunt a path
Im tryin' to dip shit minus in highness
The of kickin' 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 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 since my brother
(I can you, baby)
And since my death
(I can you, baby)

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

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

What you 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 that died
The mothers that
The that tried
All we do is
(Sweat)

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

And while other cats play hard
I'ma God
And God that Im here
sweat and tears

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 crime cause niggas drop
You put down but I'ma keep mine
I'ma keep nigga

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

Underground,
Holdin' mine, nigga
Blood and tears

Blood, sweat,
three words
Blood, sweat,