Luyện nghe bài hát Cornbread, Eddie & Me

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

Ah man, I'm just a brother whose are good
Oh lord, please don't let me be
I gotta 10 fifty-fo' under the
Several of lifespan, damned if I would
be a dope when it's not a matter
Modern contemporary man still hunt and data
They glamour, the priceless prize
Give 'em a torch and they put the fire to your
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 it with the right scholastics
made it plastic, that's why they couldn't grasp it
I always that you would fail me
Once shame on me twice you shouldn't have to me
And I'll be damned if I'll let you get away with
I just ain't playin that, 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 step and don't sing the wrong song
Fight your own damn 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 seein things, but that's a
It'll be my dead body
if I let you put a mother{fuckin} monkey on his
Shit changed, it's just the choices
The voices in your sayin do what you don't gotta do
They scared of which means that they scared of me
And them the same, punk-ass fools shot at you
The lord giveth and he taketh
God that I can live to see another day
And if I had it my way I'd hang you all by the
Have respect, I'll serve and protect

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

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

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