Luyện nghe bài hát Live Then Lay

One steps down the path of poverty, most know the
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, 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 jail 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, heads, check heads, half-a-head for snake feds
(Check 'em)
They'll lock body, even Gotti, grab your shotties for an Illuminati
(Be ready)
They'll lock your body as Gotti, grab your shotties, it's an

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

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

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

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

African, Latin, Caucasian,
New World Order, Nation
Then we can turn hate to
Like and Martin 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 so much misery
Can be a better place for you and me?

Here today, tomorrow
Live lay, here tomorrow

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

What's the 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

Open your eyes up, people 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?

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

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