Luyện nghe bài hát Cornbread, Eddie & Me

Aiyyo the police shot in the street
And they just killed Cochise over a

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

Jardine and the tryin to make ends meet
dead and do dirty as some God damn thiefs

Yo - hold head up, you only got your life left
Make the right and don't sing the wrong song
Fight somebody your own size
You dead wrong, you won't meet yo' demise
This baby here, gon' grow up to be a
I don't know how you things, but that's a fact
It'll be over my dead
if I let you put a monkey on his back
Shit changed, it's just the choices
The voices in head sayin do what you don't gotta do
They scared of which means that they scared of me
And the same, punk-ass fools 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 hang you all by the
Have some respect, I'll and protect

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

And if my could see you now
They'll take your head, you probably wouldn't even 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, if I knew then
what I know now, it'll be
Booyaka! Booyaka! put you in the ground
A man ain't got no place here
I guess you wanna see 'em all die the lambs
I face fear everyday 'til the is clear
Then I fight 'em a man cause it's what I am
Somebody told me the road to freedom is
but I swear I ain't on my own
I'm my sisters, my families, my homies
Now I'm about to this mother(fucker) home

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