Luyện nghe bài hát Party For The Fight To Write

[Intro:] This is one of those you can clap along too...

Hides the eyes the bill of the cap
Walks amoungst the flies that over the mat
He lies, but when there's a reason
Measures life by the tragedy, the comedy, the
Poor at handling and managing
Got enough love to around and then some
Been done, that a name you can trust
Read the match book and put a flame to the brush
Good pets, and rips up sets
Put the show in biz, try to what you get
you let him run free with the thought
Pull the line in, try to see you caught
I ain't all that bad, but I ain't all great
I back to the lab and began to mutate
Wait. I still look the same, still got the same dumb
Ain't a damn thing
But if you surprises, I know of a party
Where they all dance around to your beat
Bring own agenda and embrace your flaws
put a face on this common cause

And he said got pencils and some got guns
Some know how to stand and of them run
We get along, but we sing the same song
for the fight to write, and write on

Stay gold Boy, stay true outspoken
Make a record Mr. and get 'em all open
the theories, the stories, the truths, the myths
Its all therapy, on top of turntable
This indutry's big, so big in (and fat?)
We can all get some, and we can give back
And if its done correct, we'll make more than
So it up, and pick me up when you're bored with the toys
As a child Hip Hop me read books,
And Hip Hop made me be a crook
And Hip Hop gave me the way and to say
And all I took in return is a second
Son, you're shook, 'cause ain't no such thing as half way
Gettin' good at actin' like you don't care
The circle of life trying to make it condition
And sit still
And Still.. have all the sheep gone
Burnt down the and turned the TV on
Coltrine, Marvin Gaye and Bob Marley all get invitations to my party

And if I spent anymore time my head
I'd probably need some leather straps to my bed
And if I go another day without eating a
I'm gonna you what it means to keep it real
And if they keep guns up and down my block
I Swear to God I'll be the first one to call the
And if I gotta hear song ever again
You gonna have to share some of that my friend
They mistake me as
Just another base-head nobody
But from where I stand, sould like spies
Fillin' all the head with lies
Well alright, get your right
But right now tonight I want you to a side
So when you got your and you got your chedder
Let's get together soldier over throw this and make these roads better
(Bring it on.. he said bring it on now) [X2]
Ain't but a party y'all... lets get it on

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