Luyện nghe bài hát Cornbread, Eddie & Me

Aiyyo the police shot Cornbread in the
And they just killed over a beef

Ah man, I'm just a whose intentions are good
Oh lord, please don't let me be
I gotta 10 fifty-fo' the hood
Several stages of lifespan, damned if I
be a when it's not a laughin matter
contemporary man still hunt and gather data
They want glamour, the priceless
Give 'em a torch and they put the fire to your
Give 'em a inch they take a yard and they your card
Throw a wrench so far in yours it'll leave a
Raise the bar, I pass it with the right
They made it plastic, that's why they couldn't it
I always knew you would fail me
Once shame on me you shouldn't have to tell me
And I'll be damned if let you get away with that
I just ain't that, that's that bullshit!

Jardine and the kids tryin to ends meet
Half dead and do as some God damn thiefs

Yo - your head up, you only got your life left
Make the right and don't sing the wrong song
somebody your own damn size
You dead wrong, thinkin you won't meet yo'
baby here, gon' grow up to be a king
I don't know how you seein things, but a fact
be over my dead body
if I let you put a monkey on his back
Shit changed, it's just the choices
The voices in your sayin do what you don't gotta do
They scared of themselves which means that they of me
And them the same, punk-ass fools that at you
The giveth and he taketh away
God bless that I can live to see day
And if I had it my way I'd you all by the neck
some respect, I'll serve and protect

Aiyyo the police short in the street
And just killed Cochise over a beef

And if my could see you now
They'll your head, cause you probably wouldn't even bow
You ain't humble, you jumble
tower of so-called power'll crumble
You killed my uncle, put a dagger through my heart
I need another start, if I knew then
what I know now, be wild
Booyaka! Booyaka! put you in the ground
A peaceful man got no place here
I guess you wanna see 'em all die with the
I face everyday 'til the space is clear
Then I fight 'em like a man cause it's I am
Somebody me the road to freedom is lonely
but I swear I ain't on my own
I'm takin my sisters, my families, my
Now I'm about to take this mother(fucker)

the police short Cornbread in the street
And they killed Cochise over a beef
Jardine and the kids tryin to make ends
Half dead and do as some God damn thiefs