Luyện nghe bài hát Live Then Lay

One steps down the path of poverty, know the route
Not a pot to piss in or a to throw it out
All I these 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, 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

Some plans, one chance, hold heat, hold head, hold
(Hold ya head)
Peep rules, weak proof, meet troops, speak truth, youth
(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, Gotti, grab your shotties for an Illuminati
(Be ready)
They'll lock your body as Gotti, grab shotties, it's an Illuminati

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

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

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

Don't you know the in our hand?
we shine, we end up six feet in land
When we could build one
And comprised of all persuasion

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

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

Here today, tomorrow
Live then lay, here

Tell me, 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 enter

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

your eyes up, people 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?

me, the end of the century
Feel me, they us in wakes and penitentiaries
(Open eyes)
That's how the be
Now they got it, we our own

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