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 days, we say, she say, we say, anyway

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 me and nail me
Had to it
never 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

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

Open your eyes up, 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 better 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 up some pray ya through?
That's success'll do

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 they got it, we our own

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