Luyện nghe bài hát How Many

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

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

45 Clint Eastwood, pop in the hood
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, trippin' the frame
wanna blame but the enemy make you ready for woe
MaryJane, hennissey got you blowin dough
Frustrated, we come thru they hate it
Spittin' the truth the bottom to the Decatur
'em up when they tellin' ya, hua
Another life gone ''cause you with her
Got 4 pumps in the of the truck
Step out of line playas ready to

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

I'm lost in the world not knowin' I'm goin'
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, when I'm smokin'
Define anwsers, what would the question be
Will I my destiny 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 ''cause it's all on you
In the fight to my head, I cried till I bled
And did the right that was written in red
All these thugs bustin' slugs yo we can't
And there be blood on the floor from the night
life full speed, fallin' victem to greed
Fast money and women, we thought that's all we'd need
the lights go down, and the curtians close
We was on the streets, that only God knows