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 to throw it out
All I hear days, we say, she say, we say, anyway

He grows, she grow, we grow, listen
(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 of this?
Tell me they gotta jail me and nail me
Had to it
You've never to the ghetto till you had to enter this

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

Break bread, wake heads, check heads, for snake feds
(Check 'em)
They'll lock your body, even Gotti, grab your shotties for an
(Be ready)
They'll lock your body as Gotti, grab your shotties, an Illuminati

Open your eyes up, people you see?
gettin' harder by the day for you and me
All my life I've so much misery
Can there be a better for you and me?

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

I'm a hard 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
When we build one nation
And it's of all persuasion

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

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?

today, gone tomorrow
Live then lay, here

Tell me, the sense of this?
Tell me they gotta jail me and nail me
Had to it
You've never been to the ghetto till you had to this

the sense of this?
Tell me before they gotta me and nail me
Had to it
You've never been to the ghetto till you had to enter

Open your up, people can't you see?
It's harder by the day for you and me
All my I've seen so much 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

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