Luyện nghe bài hát How Many

How many gonna they seed
How many blow that weed
How many gonna that dope
When we know it's we really need
How many gonna 'em bleed
How gonna make 'em freeze
How many gonna push weight
Do anything it to get that cheese

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

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

Young thugs on the come up, now a days talk about throw guns up
up, that's why they get done up
Blaze up, check it out they run up
On somebody never met before, got a hit in waste
Pull out, shot, hit the floor, 25 to life in the cell
No bale, check it out homeboy, that fo-sho
Got a 9 on the streets, bust on peeps
Rollin' in the hood, so you creep
Life sweet, Know you incompleate
But you swift on feet to get the cream
know what I mean, in this world of sin
Got a full of fiends, everyday livin'
So you for the big ol' screen, Y'all

I'm in the world not knowin' where I'm goin'
So I pray 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
Define lifes anwsers, what would the be
Will I reach my destiny or it get the best of me
Or it get the best of me
No you can turn to, no where you can run to
In the end you pretend ''cause it's all on you
In the to keep my head, I cried till I bled
And did the thing that was written in red
All these thugs slugs yo we can't ignore
And there be blood on the floor the night before
Livin' life full speed, fallin' to greed
money and women, we thought that's all we'd ever need
When the lights go down, and the close
We was on the streets, that only God knows