Luyện nghe bài hát Live Then Lay

One down the path of poverty, most know the route
Not a pot to piss in or a door to it out
All I hear these days, we say, she say, we say,

He grows, she grow, we grow, negro
(Listen)
I die, you die, few die, who rob
(It's)
Do or die
You fry, I fry, new play, new day, new God

Tell me, what's the sense of
Tell me before they gotta jail me and me
Had to it
You've been to the ghetto till you had to enter this

Some plans, one chance, hold heat, head, hold their's
(Hold ya head)
Peep rules, proof, meet troops, speak truth, teach youth
(Teach the youth)
No crews, who, new day, new rules, do you

Break bread, wake heads, heads, half-a-head for snake feds
(Check 'em)
They'll lock your body, Gotti, grab your shotties for an Illuminati
(Be ready)
They'll your body as Gotti, grab your shotties, it's an Illuminati

Open your eyes up, people can't you
It's harder by the day for you and me
All my life I've seen so much
Can there be a better for you and me?

Why everytime you try to a nigga love, they shit on you?
I'm suppose to do?
Why everytime a comin' up some pray ya through?
That's success'll do

'Cause I'm a workin' black man
In my face, in my back, man
Rob and steal, they wanna kill me, man
Tell me now the deal is black man

you know the powers in our hand?
'Cause we shine, we end up six feet in
we could build one nation
And it's of all persuasion

African, Latin, Caucasian,
New World Order, Nation
Then we can turn hate to
Like Malcolm and Martin tripped up, open up eyes

Open your eyes up, can't you see?
gettin' harder by the day for you and me
All my life seen so much misery
Can there be a better for you and me?

Here today, gone
then lay, here tomorrow

Tell me, what's the sense of
Tell me before they jail me and nail me
Had to it
never been to the ghetto till you had to enter this

What's the of this?
me before they gotta jail me and nail me
Had to it
You've never been to the ghetto till you had to this

your eyes up, people can't you see?
It's harder by the day for you and me
All my life I've seen so misery
Can there be a place for you and me?

me, the end of the century
Feel me, they want us in and penitentiaries
(Open eyes)
how the envy be
Now got it, we our own enemies

Feel me, the end of the
me, they want us in wakes and penitentiaries
(Open eyes)
how the envy be
Now got us, we our own enemies