Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Pie

Oh,
No, I ain't wastin' no time

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

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

all say
(Yeah, say)
In God we
we gon' 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

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 she gon' tell

My uncle in the cell sayin' he bail
My granddaddy can't see, he need 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Somebody pass a of gangs of glocks
are quick to cop, sprinkle pie me on the top
While I, be faster, recipe for disaster
Gunshots is the laughter

Like you tried to fair and yo' ass lost
Then you to get gangsta, homey, you mad soft
Overcrowded puttin' pounds on Ashcroft
forget the glaze, your devil's 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 back to us

Now George Bush, step up and get you a
Tony Blair, step up and get you a
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 momma stepped up and got her a
step up and get you a slice
It's just a slice of the pie, ah, c'mon

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

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

Tell Satan, I don't owe him a
Slingin' them O's, and now he got my in the sling
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 waitin' for me the caskets lit
Please, Lord, let bastard live

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

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

Yeah, yeah, Chi-Town in the
fest in the house
Yo, Mark, let's get out here
We go get up with these girls
These guns, this