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 hover the mat
He lies, but only there's a reason
Measures by the tragedy, the comedy, the season
at handling and managing income
Got enough love to around and then some
Been done, that a name you can trust
Read the whole match book and put a flame to the
Good with pets, and 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 what you
I ain't all that bad, but I ain't all that
I back to the lab and began to mutate
Wait. I still look the same, still got the same name
Ain't a damn changed
But if you like surprises, I of a party
Where they all around to your heart beat
Bring your own agenda and embrace your
Lets put a face on common cause

And he said some got pencils and 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 Pony Boy, stay true
a record Mr. Gangster and get 'em all open
With the theories, the stories, the truths, the
Its all therapy, on top of turntable
This big, so big in fact (and fat?)
We can all get some, and we can give some
And if its done correct, we'll more than noise
So pick it up, and pick me up when you're with the toys
As a child Hip Hop made me books,
And Hip Hop me wanna 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, ain't no such thing as half way there
Gettin' good at actin' like you don't care
The circle of life trying to make it square
And self sit
And Still.. where have all the gone
Burnt down the and turned the TV on
John Coltrine, Marvin Gaye and Bob Marley all get to my party

And if I spent anymore time my head
I'd probably need some straps attatched to my bed
And if I go day without eating a meal
I'm gonna show you what it means to it real
And if they keep shootin' guns up and down my
I to God I'll be the first one to call the cops
And if I hear that song ever again
You gonna have to share some of that my friend
mistake me as happy-go-lucky
Just another base-head bobbin'
But where I stand, they sould like spies
Fillin' all the children's head lies
Well alright, get money right
But right now tonight I you to pick a side
So when you got your power and you got chedder
Let's get together soldier throw this hold and make these roads better
(Bring it on.. he said bring it on now) [X2]
Ain't nothin' but a y'all... lets get it on

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