Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Truss It

Here come the
Here come the

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

goin' gettin' to the roots
Ain't it up
So turn me
But then I got a story
That's harder the hardcore
Cost of the
I'm talin' 'bout the one goin' on
I know, I'm from, not dum diddie dum

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

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

Kickin' rhymes
Like a fortune
'Cause the wickedness by Jack
Where at
Divided and
For and the gold
in the back
For the other man to

Now the story that I'm kickin' is
Little where they be
Dockin' this
No I'm shackled
Plus tackled
By the other hand the rope
Wearin' red, 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, sisters and every
One who said it, I know Whodini sang it
But the hater hate
That's why we bang it
of the hand
When it's comin' the left
I ain't trippin' just ya step

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

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

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

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

90 days on a slave ship
Count 'em off
1, 2, 3, 4 at a time
in the wood and it's mine
I'm on spit feelin' pain
Like my brain chained
Still gotta it what I got
It's hot in the day, it's in the night

But I thrive to survive, I pray to God to stay
My attitude boils up
And that ain't it, you I'll every quit
Still I to get my hands 'round
The neck of the man 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' ain't the
I been
got
Classify us in the
haves
'Cause it's all money

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

Bass in face
Not an eight
it good to the wood
So the
you some a dat
to the fax
That I kick and it
And it stay

Pointin' to the joint, put the down
Goin', goin', to the roots
givin' it up
So turn me
But then I got a story
That's than the hardcore
Cost of the
I'm talin' 'bout the one still on

I know, I'm from, not dum diddie dum
From the motherland, the place of the drum
by the wack diddie wack
Fooled the black, left us
King and probably had a big beef
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
truss it
Can't it

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

Can't it
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