Luyện nghe bài hát Live Then Lay

One steps down the path of poverty, most the route
Not a pot to in or a door to throw 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 me and nail me
Had to it
You've been to the ghetto till you had to enter this

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

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

Why everytime you try to show a nigga love, they on you?
Fuck I'm 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

Don't you know the powers in our
'Cause we shine, we end up six in land
When we could build one
And it's comprised of all

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

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

today, gone tomorrow
Live then lay, here

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

What's the sense of
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 gettin' 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)
That's how the be
Now got it, we our own enemies

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