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 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
What we do
When He 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, is hard, life is hard
I my job, baby, oh, my God
My wife is nauseous, she as hell
My mistress on the cell sayin' she gon'

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

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

That's when my man stopped by with two little
Pills I could put in the bag and like Skittles
One for ten, for two
Now tell me what the fuck am I 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, dancers and
And we gon' do
it all comes back to us

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

We make 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 ready to eat, we almost

pass a couple of gangs of glocks
Politicians are quick to cop, pie me on the top
While I, be faster, recipe for disaster
Gunshots is the devil's

Like you to play fair and yo' ass lost
you tried to get gangsta, homey, you mad soft
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 comes '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
Blair, step up and get you a slice
Rumsfeld, up and get you a slice
Condi Rice, step up and get you a

Wait, step up and get you a slice
My baby momma 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, step up, hear me, hear me
Hear me clearly this here than theory
Young males plays the judge and
filled with 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 raggedly sewn, askin' the Lord, why I home
Regardless of what I was on, I know you the

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
some nines, on anybody fuckin' with mine

That's when my got disastrous, I was blasphemous
I know my momma ask for this
You got demons waitin' for me with the caskets lit
Please, Lord, let bastard live

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

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

Yeah, yeah, in the house
Rhyme fest in the
Yo, Mark, let's get out nigga
We gotta go get up with girls
guns, this pussy