Luyện nghe bài hát Live Then Lay

One steps down the path of poverty, most know the
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, 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

me, what's the sense of this?
Tell me before 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)
rules, weak 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, half-a-head for feds
(Check 'em)
They'll lock body, even Gotti, grab your shotties for an Illuminati
(Be ready)
They'll lock your body as Gotti, your shotties, it's an Illuminati

Open your eyes up, people you see?
It's harder 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 you try to show a nigga love, they shit on you?
I'm suppose to do?
Why everytime a brother comin' up some ya through?
That's what 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 is black man

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

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

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

Here today, tomorrow
Live lay, here tomorrow

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

your eyes up, people can't you see?
It's 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?

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

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