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

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

It me twenty-four years to figure out
What makes this 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 broke bill can
See right through your ass
Before crack was a sport and we had thoughts of busy

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

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

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

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

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

Honest to god, Im layin' down my
Its hard, for too many years
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 City, hear me out)

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

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

But as time past, I see my life flash
Leavin' the body and no breath
(I can ya)
I chose not to let my swing

Im a veteran
And Im livin' for the things
Its B
the majority 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 most definite
(Blood)

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

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

And while these other play hard
praise God
And thank God Im here
Blood sweat and

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

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

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

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

Underground,
Holdin' mine, nigga
Blood sweat and

Blood, sweat,
three words
Blood, sweat,