Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Pie

Oh,
No, I ain't no more time

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

step 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
He comes back 'round to us
(Well, not for us to say)

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

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

My uncle in the sayin' he want bail
My granddaddy can't see, he need Braille
I'm fightin' for strength, in the grindin' for cents
I know I'm ahead of my time but I'm behind on my

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

That's when my man biddle by with 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
we gon' do
When he comes 'round 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 hungry
Within three beeper shops, two liquor and one laundromat
No banks, just a check 'n' go, you go
You wanna ask too much though

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

when my life got disastrous, I was blasphemous
I know my didn't ask for this
You got demons waitin' 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, dancers and
And what we do
When it all 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, pussy