Luyện nghe bài hát Real People

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You how me and 'Ye do

Real People in the streets, the streets is talkin'
Often it's beef this city never does people walk and talk in sleep
Cold sweats and wet dreams on how to get
Our faith is all in a black souls raw and they deep
Hypes tryna talk with no teeth, shorties ball or retreat
A we all speak at one point or another

Whatchu expect from one who a joint with his mother?
hustlers in a fatherless region
Through the pain, wish they knew God was just teachin'
We want decent homes, so dreams we say out
Like speaker phones, to keep 'em on

It's like a colored song that keepin' on
I guess knowin' I'm weak is when I'm really strong
Somehow the dust, I could see the dawn
Like the Bishop Juan that's why I write freedom songs
For the real

I if the spirits of Bob Marley and Haile Selassie
me as the cops be tryna pop and lock me
They cocky, plus they mentality is
The way they treat blacks I wanna snap like
the children of a better God searchin' for better jobs
We could cop ghetto cars tryin' not to a charge

They say the dope is sour
Now they doin' homework that's when follow you for hours
Come to your crib and devour all that you for
be more than paper these niggaz hurt for
Through the purple haze I days I rhyme that work for pays
Tryna reverse the mind and insert the brave mentality

Heard that it's drama at
Can a dude break free and get honored at home?
I was told by a chief the games nature
When you're glowin' some love and some will hate ya
It's people

men walking wit white girls on they arms
I be mad at 'em as if I know mom's
Told to go beyond the a person's a person
When we lessen our women our condition seems to

The weary cursin' the sky to themselves
they version of why help and hurt in they eye
I live from it some of it I do be in
I be showin' niggaz lives like UPN it's people

For you and
Good music forever,
Rock on, we on
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