Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Pie

Oh,
No, I wastin' no more time

Southside up and get you a slice
Eastside 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 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 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 pregnant as
My mistress on the cell sayin' she tell

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

Askin' for money just 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
nigga ain't been broke since, 'H to the Izzo'

That's when my man biddle stopped by two little
Pills I could put in the bag and sell Skittles
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 back to us
(Well, not for us to say)

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

Take a neighborhood full of blacks
Within three shops, two liquor stores and one laundromat
No banks, just a 'n' go, everywhere you go
You wanna ask too much though

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

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
Gunshots is the devil's

you tried to play fair 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
What we do
When he comes back to us

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

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

I said, step right up, hear me, me
Hear me this here more than theory
males plays the judge and jury
Black with 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 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 of times
Bust nines, on anybody fuckin' with mine

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

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

Everyday,
Girls, drugs, dancers and
And we gon' do
When it all comes to us

Yeah, yeah, in the house
Rhyme in the house
Yo, Mark, let's get out here
We go get up with these girls
These guns, this