Luyện nghe bài hát How Many

How many gonna raise seed
How gonna blow that weed
How many gonna slang dope
When we know it's hope we really
How many gonna make 'em
How many gonna make 'em
How many push that weight
Do anything it take to get 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 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
gonna take his place, no one
Really don't matter the color or race
When the start to fly all thru the place
Shorty got shot with a 45
me to my heart, can't tell no lie
How many mommas out gotta cry
How many kids out here die
Lost in the streets got tears in 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 maker to the hater
Wanna be a peace maker, if it ain't makin' the peace
Or savin' the streets, Baby boy see ya
But now it's me and bringin' peace to the streets
D.C.P. and Young Wiz-e, the peace
Cause the violence to ceace' 'cause the way that it's gotta be
You heard, Makin' the peace cause the to cease
''cause that's the way that it's be

45 Clint Eastwood, pop 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
Wodie, comin' up in the scene
Magizine clip dogg, straight trippin' the
wanna blame but the enemy make you ready for woe
MaryJane, hennissey got you blowin your
Frustrated, when we come they hate it
Spittin' the truth from the bottom to the
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 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, check it out when run up
On somebody never met before, got a hit in your
out, shot, hit the floor, doin' 25 to life in the cell
No bale, check it out homeboy, ain't that
Got a 9 on the streets, bust on peeps
in the hood, so you gotta creep
Life sweet, Know you incompleate
But you swift on your to get the cream
Y'all know I mean, in this world of sin
Got a block of fiends, everyday livin'
So you ready for the big ol' screen,

I'm lost in the world not knowin' where I'm
So everyday I pray just to it thru the morning
When it's to stay focused when your dreams are hopeless
My ambissions are broken, only I'm smokin'
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 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 till I
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
life full speed, fallin' victem to greed
Fast money and women, we that's all we'd ever need
the lights go down, and the curtians close
We was heathens on the streets, only God knows