Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Truss It

Here the drums
come the drums

Bass in face
Not an eight
it good to the wood
So the people you some a dat
to the fax
That I kick and it
And it stay
Pointin' to the joint put the Buddha

Goin' goin' to the roots
givin' it up
So me loose
But then I got a story
harder than the hardcore
Cost of the
I'm 'bout the one still goin' on
I know, I'm from, not dum diddie dum

From the base motherland, the of the drum
Invaded by the wack wack
Fooled the black, us faded
King and chief probably had a big
Because of dat now I grit my
So here's a to the strong
a shake of a snake
And the went along wit dat

truss it
Can't it
truss it
Can't it
Can't it

wicked rhymes
Like a fortune
'Cause the wickedness by Jack
everybody at
Divided and
For liquor and the
Smacked in the
For the man to mack

Now the story that I'm is glory
rock where they be
Dockin' boat
No hope I'm
Plus gang
By the other hand swingin' the
Wearin' red, and blue, Jack and his crew
The guy's beat down for the brown

Man to the man, each one so it one
Born to terrorize, sisters and brother
One love who it, I know Whodini sang it
But the hater taught
That's why we gang it
of the hand
When it's comin' from the
I ain't trippin' just watch ya

Can't it
Can't it
Can't it
Can't it
Can't it

truss it
Can't it
truss it
Can't it

An' I everyone, one by the one
Look come the judge
Watch it he come now

I can only guess happ'nin'
Years ago, he been
The captain
Gettin' me bruised on a
What I got to lose, lost all
Got me layin' on my
in my own leftover
When I over, I roll over in somebody else's

90 days on a slave ship
'em fallin' off
1, 2, 3, 4 hun'ed at a
Blood in the wood and it's
I'm chokin' on spit pain
my brain bein' chained
Still gotta give it I got
It's hot in the day, it's cold in the

But I thrive to survive, I to God to stay alive
My boils up inside
And that ain't it, you think every quit
Still I pray to get my hands
The of the man wit' the whip
3 pass, they brand a label on my ass
To signify,
I'm on the

Sayin' 1555, how I'm
We been here
Livin' the word
I givin'
got
Classify us in the
haves
'Cause it's all about

When it comes to
Mean I'm gettin'
Here I am turn it Sam
427 to the
Do you
why it's hard
For the black to love the
Once

in your face
Not an track
it good to the wood
So the
you some a dat
to the fax
That I and it stick
And it around

to the joint, put the Buddha down
Goin', goin', to the roots
Ain't it up
So turn me
But then I got a story
That's harder than the
of the holocaust
I'm talin' the one still goin' on

I know, I'm from, not dum diddie dum
From the motherland, the place of the drum
Invaded by the diddie wack
Fooled the black, left us
King and chief probably had a big
Because of dat now I my teeth
So a song to the strong
'Bout a shake of a
And the smile went wit dat

truss it
Can't it
Can't it
Can't it

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Can't it
Can't it
Can't it

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