Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Pie

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

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

step up and get you a slice
L.A. step up and get you a
N.Y. step up and get you a
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 back to us
(Well, not for us to say)

Everyday,
Girls, drugs, and lust
And we gon' do
it all comes back 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 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 grindin' for cents
I know I'm ahead of my time but I'm on my rent

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like you tried to play and yo' ass lost
Then you tried to get gangsta, homey, you mad
Overcrowded jails puttin' pounds on
Don't forget the glaze, your devil's 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 comes to us

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

Wait, I'ma step up and get you a
My baby stepped up and got her a slice
E'rybody 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 more than theory
males plays the judge and jury
Black with fury first time I met my dad

Through a cell, and phone, wiring home
Back in my cell and dyin' alone, to God
Like I'm raggedly sewn, askin' the Lord, why ain't I
Regardless of what I was on, I 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 couple of
Bust nines, on anybody fuckin' with mine

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

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

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

Yeah, yeah, in the house
Rhyme in the house
Yo, Mark, get out here nigga
We gotta go get up with these
These guns, pussy