Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Pie

Oh,
No, I ain't no more time

Southside step up and get you a
Eastside step up and get you a
step 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
He comes back 'round to us
(Well, not for us to say)

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

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

My uncle in the sayin' he want bail
My granddaddy see, claimin' he need Braille
I'm fightin' for strength, in the street grindin' for
I know I'm ahead of my time but I'm on my rent

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

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

all say
In God we
What we do
When he 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 full of hungry
Within three beeper shops, two liquor stores and one
No banks, just a 'n' go, everywhere you go
You don't ask too much though

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

Somebody pass a of gangs of glocks
are quick to cop, sprinkle pie me on the top
While I, couldn't be faster, for disaster
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
forget the glaze, your devil's 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
When it all back to us

Now George Bush, up and get you a slice
Blair, step up and get you a slice
Rumsfeld, step up and get you a
Condi Rice, 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 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 first I met my dad

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

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

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

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

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

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