Luyện nghe bài hát Cornbread, Eddie & Me

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

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

Jardine and the kids tryin to make meet
Half dead and do dirty as some God thiefs

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

Aiyyo the police short Cornbread in the
And they just killed Cochise a beef

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

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