Luyện nghe bài hát How Many

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

See 'em everyday get hit a charge
Now they go toe to toe on the yard
Know kinda hard behind them bars
20 to life and you full of the
you know you gotta fight for life
''cause if you by the gun, die by the gun
Came from the slums it ain't no fun
killed her only son
Who's gonna his place, no one
Really don't matter 'bout the color or
When the start to fly all thru the place
Shorty got shot with a 45
Hurt me to my heart, tell no lie
How many out here gotta cry
How many kids out here 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 to the player hater
Wanna be a 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' 'cause the way that it's gotta be
You heard, Makin' the peace the violence to cease
''cause that's the way that gotta be

45 Clint Eastwood, pop in the hood
boy flow, got folks in the wood
Know where I'm from, spit straight fire
Come on the block to make you die
Wodie, comin' up in the scene
Magizine dogg, straight trippin' the frame
They wanna blame but the enemy make you for woe
MaryJane, hennissey got you blowin dough
Frustrated, when we come 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 in the back of the truck
Step out of playas ready to bust

Young thugs on the come up, now a days talk throw your guns up
Switch up, why they get done up
Blaze up, check it out when run up
On never 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, that fo-sho
Got a 9 on the streets, bust on your
Rollin' in the hood, so you creep
Life ain't sweet, Know you
But you swift on feet to get the cream
Y'all know what I mean, in world of sin
Got a block full of fiends, livin'
So you ready for the big ol' screen,

I'm lost in the world not where I'm goin'
So everyday I just to make it thru the morning
When it's hard to stay focused when dreams are hopeless
My ambissions are broken, only I'm smokin'
lifes anwsers, what would the question be
Will I reach my or will 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 pretend ''cause all on you
In the fight to keep my head, I cried till I
And did the thing that was written in red
All these thugs bustin' yo we can't ignore
And be blood on the floor from the night before
life full speed, fallin' victem to greed
Fast 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, only God knows