Luyện nghe bài hát How Many

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

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

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

Young thugs on the come up, now a days talk about throw guns up
Switch up, why they get done up
Blaze up, it out when they run up
On somebody met before, got a hit in your waste
Pull out, shot, hit the floor, doin' 25 to in the cell
No bale, check it out homeboy, ain't 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 your feet to get the
Y'all know what I mean, in world of sin
Got a block full of fiends, everyday
So you ready for the big ol' screen,

I'm lost in the world not knowin' where I'm
So everyday I just to make it thru the morning
When it's hard to stay when your dreams are hopeless
My ambissions are broken, only 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 pretend ''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 thugs bustin' slugs yo we can't
And there be on the floor from the night before
Livin' life full speed, fallin' victem to
Fast money and women, we thought all we'd ever need
When the lights go down, and the close
We was on the streets, that only God knows