Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Pie

Oh,
No, I wastin' 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 step up and get you a
L.A. step up and get you a
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
it all comes 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 she gon' tell

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

Askin' for money just to pay on my gas bill
He me for it back, nigga brush up on your math skills
Nothin' plus zip equals zero, he couldn't
That 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 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, dancers and
And what we do
When it all back to us

Take a neighborhood full of 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 picture hopelessness slavery
Can you smell it yet, a few churches that almost
I know you heathens to eat, we almost there

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

Like you tried to play fair and yo' ass
Then you tried to get gangsta, homey, you mad
jails puttin' pounds on Ashcroft
Don't forget the glaze, your devil's buyin' the 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 Bush, step up and get you a slice
Blair, step up and get you a slice
Rumsfeld, step up and get you a
Condi Rice, step up and get you a

Wait, step up and get you a slice
My momma 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, step right up, hear me, me
Hear me clearly this here more than
Young plays the judge and jury
Black filled with fury time I met my dad

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

Tell Satan, I don't owe him a
them O's, and now he got my soul in the sling
I I messed up a couple of times
some nines, on anybody fuckin' with mine

That's when my life got disastrous, I was
I know my momma ask for this
You got them waitin' for me with 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, dancers and
And what we do
it all comes back to us

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