Luyện nghe bài hát How Many

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

See 'em everyday get hit with a
Now they go toe to toe on the yard
Know it's hard behind them bars
20 to life and you of the strife
''cause you know you gotta fight for
if you life by the gun, die by the gun
Came from the slums where it no fun
Somebody killed her son
gonna take his place, no one
Really don't matter 'bout the or race
When the bullets start to fly all thru the
Shorty got shot with a 45
Hurt me to my heart, tell no lie
How many mommas out gotta cry
How many out here gotta die
in the streets got tears in their eyes
Tell 'em make the peace, can you feel me,
uh-hua, okay, no how no way
Talk about politicians, that's why nobody listen
Everybody the money maker to the player hater
Wanna be a peace maker, if it ain't about 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, the peace
the violence to ceace' 'cause that's the way that it's gotta be
You heard, Makin' the peace cause the to cease
that's 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
on the block to make sure you die
Violation Wodie, up in the scene
Magizine dogg, straight trippin' the frame
They wanna blame but the enemy you ready for woe
MaryJane, hennissey got you blowin dough
Frustrated, when we come thru they it
the truth from the bottom to the Decatur
Shoot 'em up they tellin' ya, hua
Another life gone you messin' with her
Got 4 in the back of the truck
out of line playas ready to bust

Young on the come up, now a days talk about throw your guns up
Switch up, why they get done up
Blaze up, check it out when run up
On somebody met before, got a hit in your waste
Pull out, shot, hit the floor, 25 to life in the cell
No bale, check it out homeboy, ain't fo-sho
Got a 9 on the streets, bust on your
in the hood, so you gotta creep
Life sweet, Know you incompleate
But you on your feet to get the cream
Y'all what I mean, in this world of sin
Got a block full of fiends, everyday
So you ready for the big ol' screen,

I'm in the world not knowin' where I'm goin'
So everyday I pray to make it thru the morning
When hard to stay focused when your dreams are hopeless
My ambissions are broken, only I'm smokin'
lifes anwsers, what would the question be
Will I reach my destiny or will it get the of me
Or will it get the of me
No friend you can 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 cried I bled
And did the right thing that was in red
All thugs bustin' slugs yo we can't ignore
And be blood on the floor from the night before
Livin' full speed, fallin' victem to greed
Fast money and women, we thought all we'd ever need
When the go down, and the curtians close
We was on the streets, that only God knows