Luyện nghe bài hát How Many

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

See 'em everyday get hit a charge
Now gotta go toe to toe on the yard
Know it's kinda hard them bars
20 to and you full of the strife
''cause you know you gotta for life
if you life by the gun, die by the gun
Came from the slums where it no fun
Somebody her only son
Who's gonna 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, tell no lie
How mommas out here gotta cry
How many kids out here die
Lost in the streets got in their eyes
Tell 'em the peace, can you feel me, right
uh-hua, okay, no how no way
Talk about politicians, why nobody wanna listen
Everybody from the money to the player hater
Wanna be a peace maker, if it ain't about makin' the
Or savin' the streets, Baby boy see ya
But now it's me and Marquise bringin' peace to the
D.C.P. and Young Wiz-e, makin' the
Cause the to ceace' 'cause that's the way that it's gotta be
You heard, Makin' the peace the violence to cease
''cause that's the way it's gotta be

45 Eastwood, pop killas in the hood
Dirty boy flow, got folks in the
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 wanna blame but the make you ready for woe
MaryJane, got you blowin your dough
Frustrated, when we thru they hate it
the truth from the bottom to the Decatur
Shoot 'em up when they ya, hua
Another life gone ''cause you with her
Got 4 pumps in the back of the
Step out of line ready to bust

Young on the come up, now a days talk about throw your guns up
up, that's why they get done up
Blaze up, it out when they run up
On somebody never met before, got a hit in waste
Pull out, shot, hit the floor, doin' 25 to in the cell
No bale, check it out homeboy, ain't that
Got a 9 on the streets, bust on your
in the hood, so you gotta creep
Life ain't sweet, Know you
But you on your feet to get the cream
Y'all know what I mean, in this of sin
Got a block full of fiends, livin'
So you ready for the big ol' screen,

I'm lost in the world not knowin' I'm goin'
So everyday I pray to make it thru the morning
When it's hard to stay focused when your dreams are
My are broken, only when I'm smokin'
Define lifes anwsers, what the question be
Will I reach my destiny or it get the best of me
Or it get the best of me
No friend you can to, no where you can run to
In the end you can't ''cause it's all on you
In the fight to keep my head, I cried I bled
And did the right thing that was in red
All these bustin' slugs yo we can't ignore
And there be blood on the from 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 heathens on the streets, that only God