Luyện nghe bài hát Cornbread, Eddie & Me

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

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

Jardine and the kids to make ends meet
Half and do dirty as some God damn thiefs

Yo - hold your head up, you only got life left
Make the right step and sing the wrong song
Fight somebody your own size
You dead wrong, thinkin you won't yo' demise
baby here, gon' grow up to be a king
I don't know how you things, but that's 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 head sayin do what you gotta do
They scared of themselves which that they scared of me
And them the same, punk-ass that shot at you
The lord and he taketh away
God bless I can live to see another 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 Cornbread in the street
And they killed Cochise over a beef

And if my teachers see you now
They'll your head, cause you probably wouldn't even bow
You humble, you mumble jumble
Your tower of power'll crumble
You killed my uncle, put a dagger through my brother's
I need another start, cause if I knew
what I know now, it'll be
Booyaka! Booyaka! I'll put you in the
A man ain't got no place here
I guess you wanna see 'em all die the lambs
I face fear everyday 'til the space is
Then I fight 'em like a man cause what I am
told me the road to freedom is lonely
but I swear I ain't on my own
I'm my sisters, my families, my homies
Now I'm about to take mother(fucker) home

Aiyyo the short Cornbread in the street
And they just Cochise over a beef
Jardine and the kids to make ends meet
dead and do dirty as some God damn thiefs