Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Sweat and Tears

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

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

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

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

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

The marks, home of the warrior home
Our true thugs thats and gone
In the hills effective chrome
Return to these

youngsters what Im facin'
'Cause we had
We been since single shot gauges
Thats straight ghetto bad

But, I done passed up shit
Than you may touch
What, we on grounds
Without the of our fathers

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

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

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 all the way from New York City, hear me out)

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

Go head
A lot changed since 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 no breath
(I can ya)
I chose not to let my Biretta

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

What you gotta do is what your life give
And make the of it
(Try to see the of it)
'Cause you could fall victim to these streets
And deaths definite
(Blood)

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

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

And while these other 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)

Ghetto nigga, nigga
nigga, we all niggas
Black on black cause niggas drop dimes
You put down yours but I'ma mine
I'ma keep mine

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

Underground,
Holdin' mine, house
Blood sweat and

Blood, sweat,
three words
Blood, sweat,