Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Pie

Oh,
No, I ain't no more time

Southside up and get you a slice
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. step up and get you a
It's a slice of the devil's pie, ah, c'mon

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

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

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

My uncle in the cell sayin' he 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 but I'm behind on my rent

Askin' Kanye for just to pay on my gas bill
He asked me for it back, nigga 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 by with two little
Pills I could put in the bag and sell like
One for ten, for two
Now tell me what the fuck am I 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, dancers and
And we gon' do
it all comes back to us

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

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

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

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 buyin' the crack sauce

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

Everyday,
Girls, drugs, and lust
And what we 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, up and get you a slice
Condi Rice, up and get you a slice

Wait, step up and get you a slice
My baby momma stepped up and got her a
E'rybody step up and get you a
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
Young males plays the judge and
Black filled with fury time I met my dad

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

Tell Satan, I owe him a thing
Slingin' them O's, and now he got my in the sling
I know I up a couple of times
Bust some nines, on anybody with mine

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

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

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

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