Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Pie

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

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

Chi-Town step up and get you a
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
What we 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

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 in the cell sayin' he want bail
My granddaddy can't see, claimin' he need
I'm fightin' for strength, in the street grindin' for
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 brush up on your skills
Nothin' zip equals zero, he couldn't relate
That nigga ain't been broke since, 'H to the

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

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

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

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

We gon' make a tasty pastry, that you get in a bakery
I picture hopelessness from
Can you it yet, a few churches that almost 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 to get gangsta, homey, you mad soft
Overcrowded jails puttin' pounds on
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, dancers and
And we gon' do
it all comes 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
Rice, step up and get you a slice

Wait, I'ma up and get you a slice
My baby stepped up and got her a slice
E'rybody step up and get you a
It's just a of the devil's pie, ah, c'mon

I said, step right up, me, hear me
Hear me clearly this here more than
Young males plays the and jury
Black filled 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 you the King

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

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

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

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

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