Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Pie

Oh,
No, I wastin' no more time

Southside step up and get you a
Eastside step up and get you a
Westside up and get you a slice
Northside step up and get you a

Chi-Town step up and get you a
L.A. step up and get you a
N.Y. up and get you a slice
It's a slice of the devil's pie, ah, c'mon

all say
(Yeah, say)
In God we
we gon' do
When He comes 'round to us
(Well, not for us to say)

Everyday,
Girls, drugs, and lust
And what we do
When it all back to us

Look, is hard, life is hard
I my job, baby, oh, my God
My wife is nauseous, she pregnant as
My mistress on the cell sayin' she gon'

My in the cell sayin' he want bail
My granddaddy see, claimin' he need Braille
I'm fightin' for strength, in the street for cents
I know I'm ahead of my time but I'm on my rent

Askin' Kanye for money just to pay on my gas
He asked me for it back, nigga up on your math skills
Nothin' plus zip equals zero, he relate
That nigga ain't broke since, 'H to the Izzo'

That's when my man biddle stopped by two little
Pills I could put in the bag and sell like
One for ten, for two
Now tell me the fuck am I supposed to do?

all say
In God we
What we do
he comes back 'round to us
(Well, not for us to say)

Everyday,
Girls, drugs, dancers and
And what we do
When it all back to us

Take a neighborhood full of hungry
three beeper shops, two liquor stores and one laundromat
No banks, just a check 'n' go, you go
You don't ask too much though

We make a tasty pastry, that you can't get in a bakery
I picture from slavery
Can you smell it yet, a few churches that almost
I know you heathens ready to eat, we almost

Somebody pass a of gangs of glocks
are quick to cop, sprinkle pie me on the top
While I, couldn't be faster, for disaster
Gunshots is the devil's

Like you tried to play fair and yo' ass
you tried to get gangsta, homey, you mad soft
Overcrowded puttin' pounds on Ashcroft
Don't forget the glaze, your buyin' the crack sauce

all say
In God we
What we do
When he back 'round to us

Everyday,
Girls, drugs, dancers and
And we gon' do
When it all back to us

Now Bush, step up and get you a slice
Tony Blair, up and get you a slice
Rumsfeld, up and get you a slice
Condi Rice, up and get you a slice

Wait, I'ma step up and get you a
My baby stepped up and got her a slice
step up and get you a slice
It's just a slice of the pie, ah, c'mon

I said, step up, hear me, hear me
Hear me clearly this more than theory
males plays the judge and jury
Black filled fury first time I met my dad

Through a cell, wire and phone, wiring
Back in my and dyin' alone, prayin' to God
Like I'm sewn, askin' the Lord, why ain't I home
of what I was on, I know you the King

Tell Satan, I don't owe him a
Slingin' O's, and now he got my soul in the sling
I know I messed up a of times
Bust some nines, on anybody fuckin' with

when my life got disastrous, I was blasphemous
I my momma didn't ask for this
You got them demons for me with the caskets lit
Please, Lord, let this bastard

all say
In God we
What we do
When he comes back to us

Everyday,
Girls, drugs, dancers and
And what we do
it all comes back to us

Yeah, yeah, Chi-Town in the
Rhyme fest in the
Yo, Mark, get out here nigga
We gotta go get up these girls
These guns, this