Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Pie

Oh,
No, I ain't no more time

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

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

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

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

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

My in the cell sayin' he want bail
My granddaddy can't see, claimin' he Braille
I'm fightin' for strength, in the street for cents
I I'm ahead of my time but I'm behind on my rent

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

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

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

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

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

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

Somebody pass a couple of gangs of
Politicians are quick to cop, pie me on the top
While I, couldn't be faster, recipe for
Gunshots is the laughter

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

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

Everyday,
Girls, drugs, and lust
And we gon' do
When it all comes to us

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

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

I said, step right up, me, hear me
Hear me clearly here more than theory
Young males the judge and jury
Black filled with first time I met my dad

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

Satan, I don't owe him a thing
Slingin' them O's, and now he got my soul in the
I know I messed up a couple of
Bust some nines, on anybody with mine

That's my life got disastrous, I was blasphemous
I know my didn't ask for this
You got them demons for me with the caskets lit
Please, Lord, let this live

all say
In God we
we gon' do
When he comes 'round to us

Everyday,
Girls, drugs, and lust
And we gon' do
When it all comes to us

Yeah, yeah, Chi-Town in the
fest in the house
Yo, Mark, get out here nigga
We go get up with these girls
guns, this pussy