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

me, what's the sense of this?
Tell me before they gotta jail me and me
Had to it
You've never to the ghetto till you had to enter this

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

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

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

Why you try to show a nigga love, they shit on you?
Fuck I'm to do?
Why everytime a brother comin' up pray ya through?
what success'll do

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

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

African, Latin, Caucasian,
New World Order, Hip-Hop
Then we can turn hate to
Like Malcolm and Martin tripped up, open up your

your eyes up, people can't you see?
It's 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, tomorrow
Live lay, here tomorrow

Tell me, the sense of this?
Tell me before gotta 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 you had to enter this

Open your eyes up, people can't you
gettin' harder by the day for you and me
All my life seen so much misery
Can be a better 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
Feel me, they want us in wakes and
(Open eyes)
how the envy be
Now they got us, we our own