Luyện nghe bài hát How Many

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

See 'em everyday get hit a charge
Now gotta go toe to toe on the yard
Know it's kinda hard behind them
20 to life and you full of the
''cause you know you gotta for life
''cause if you by the gun, die by the gun
from the slums where it ain't no fun
Somebody killed her son
Who's gonna his place, no one
Really don't 'bout the color or race
When the bullets start to fly all the place
Shorty got shot a chrome 45
me to my heart, can't tell no lie
How many out here gotta cry
How many kids out here die
in the streets got tears in their eyes
Tell 'em make the peace, can you 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
be a peace maker, if it ain't about makin' the peace
Or the streets, Baby boy see ya later
But now it's me and Marquise peace to the streets
D.C.P. and Young Wiz-e, the peace
Cause the violence to ceace' that's the way that it's gotta be
You heard, Makin' the peace cause the to cease
''cause the way that it's gotta be

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

Young thugs on the come up, now a days talk about your guns up
up, that's why they get done up
Blaze up, it out when they run up
On somebody met before, got a hit in your waste
out, shot, hit the floor, doin' 25 to life in the cell
No bale, it out homeboy, ain't that fo-sho
Got a 9 on the streets, bust on peeps
in the hood, so you gotta creep
Life ain't sweet, Know you
But you swift on your to get the cream
Y'all know 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 lost in the not knowin' where I'm goin'
So everyday I pray just to make it thru the
When it's hard to stay focused when your dreams are
My ambissions are broken, only I'm smokin'
lifes anwsers, what would the question be
Will I my destiny or will it get the best of me
Or will it get the of me
No you can turn to, no where you can run to
In the end you can't pretend it's all on you
In the fight to keep my head, I till I bled
And did the thing that was written in red
All these bustin' slugs yo we can't ignore
And there be on the floor from the night before
Livin' life full speed, fallin' victem to
Fast and women, we thought that's all we'd ever need
When the go down, and the curtians close
We was heathens on the streets, that God knows