Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Truss It

Here the drums
come the drums

Bass in your
Not an track
it good to the wood
So the give you some a dat
to the fax
That I and it stick
And it around
Pointin' to the joint put the Buddha

goin' gettin' to the roots
Ain't it up
So me loose
But then again I got a
harder than the hardcore
Cost of the
I'm talin' the one still goin' on
I know, where I'm from, not dum 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 smile along wit dat

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

wicked rhymes
Like a teller
'Cause the wickedness done by
Where at
Divided and
For and the gold
Smacked in the
For the man to mack

Now the that I'm kickin' is glory
Little rock they be
Dockin' boat
No hope I'm
Plus tackled
By the other swingin' the rope
red, white and blue, Jack and his crew
The authorized beat down for the brown

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

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

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

90 damn days on a ship
'em fallin' off
1, 2, 3, 4 hun'ed at a
Blood in the wood and mine
I'm chokin' on feelin' pain
Like my brain chained
Still gotta it what 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 it, you think I'll every quit
I pray to get my hands 'round
The of the man wit' the whip
3 months pass, they a label on my ass
To signify,
I'm on the

1555, how I'm livin'
We been here
ain't the word
I givin'
got
Classify us in the
Fightin'
it's all about money

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

Bass in face
Not an eight
Gettin' it good to the
So the
Give you a dat
to the fax
That I and it stick
And it stay

Pointin' to the joint, put the down
Goin', goin', to the roots
givin' it up
So me loose
But again I got a story
That's harder the hardcore
of the holocaust
I'm 'bout the one still goin' on

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

truss it
Can't it
Can't it
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