Luyện nghe bài hát How Many

How many raise they seed
How gonna blow that weed
How many gonna slang that
When we it's hope we really need
How many make 'em bleed
How many gonna 'em freeze
How many gonna that weight
Do it take to get that cheese

See 'em everyday get hit with a
Now gotta go toe to toe on the yard
Know kinda hard behind them bars
20 to and you full of the strife
you know you gotta fight for life
''cause if you by the gun, die by the gun
Came from the slums it ain't no fun
Somebody her only son
gonna take his place, no one
Really matter 'bout the color or race
When the start to fly all thru the place
Shorty got with a chrome 45
Hurt me to my heart, tell no lie
How mommas out here gotta cry
How kids out here gotta die
Lost in the got tears in their eyes
Tell 'em the peace, can you feel me, right
uh-hua, okay, no how no way
about politicians, that's why nobody wanna listen
Everybody the money maker to the player hater
Wanna be a peace maker, if it about makin' the peace
Or savin' the streets, Baby boy see ya
But now me and Marquise bringin' peace to the streets
D.C.P. and Young Wiz-e, makin' the
Cause the violence to ceace' that's the way that it's gotta be
You heard, Makin' the peace the violence to cease
''cause the way that it's gotta be

45 Eastwood, pop killas in the hood
boy flow, got folks in the wood
Know where I'm from, cats spit straight
Come on the to make sure you die
Violation Wodie, comin' up in the
clip dogg, straight trippin' the frame
They wanna blame but the make you ready for woe
MaryJane, got you blowin your dough
Frustrated, when we come they hate it
the truth from the bottom to the Decatur
Shoot 'em up when tellin' ya, hua
Another gone ''cause you messin' with her
Got 4 pumps in the back of the
Step out of line ready to bust

Young thugs on the up, now a days talk about throw your guns up
up, that's why they get done up
Blaze up, check it out when run up
On never met before, got a hit in your waste
Pull out, shot, hit the floor, doin' 25 to life in the
No bale, it out homeboy, ain't that fo-sho
Got a 9 on the streets, bust on peeps
Rollin' in the hood, so you gotta
Life ain't sweet, you incompleate
But you swift on your to get the cream
know what I mean, in this world of sin
Got a block full of fiends, everyday
So you for the big ol' screen, Y'all

I'm in the world not knowin' where I'm goin'
So everyday I just to make it thru the morning
When it's to stay focused when your dreams are hopeless
My ambissions are broken, only when I'm
lifes anwsers, what would the question be
Will I reach my destiny or will it get the of me
Or it get the best of me
No friend you can turn to, no you can run to
In the end you can't pretend ''cause all on you
In the fight to keep my head, I cried till I
And did the right thing that was in red
All these thugs bustin' yo we can't ignore
And there be on the floor from the night before
Livin' life speed, fallin' victem to greed
Fast money and women, we that's all we'd ever need
When the go down, and the curtians close
We was heathens on the streets, that only God