Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Pie

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

Southside 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

when my man biddle stopped by with two little
Pills I put in the bag and sell like Skittles
One for ten, for two
Now tell me the fuck am I supposed to do?

all 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

Take a neighborhood full of hungry
three beeper shops, two liquor stores and one laundromat
No banks, just a '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 slavery
Can you smell it yet, a few churches almost care
I you heathens ready to eat, we almost there

Somebody pass a couple of gangs of
Politicians are quick to cop, pie me on the top
I, couldn't 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
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, and lust
And what we do
When it all back to us

Now Bush, step up and get you a slice
Tony Blair, step up and get you a
Rumsfeld, up and get you a slice
Condi Rice, 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 step up and get you a
It's a slice of the devil's pie, ah, c'mon

I said, step right up, hear me, me
Hear me clearly this here than theory
Young males the judge and jury
Black filled with fury time I met my dad

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

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

That's when my life got disastrous, I was
I my momma didn't 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
When he comes 'round to us

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

Yeah, yeah, Chi-Town in the
Rhyme fest in the
Yo, Mark, get out here nigga
We gotta go get up with girls
These guns, this