Luyện nghe bài hát Red Byers (Say Som'n Do Som'n)

Say do something
the way that I was raised
But we living in different nowadays
But no matter what you was
man must hold his own

Pac told me, "reach the homies"
When the thot's know me you get guacamole
Still gotta watch police if you got dough these
Haza's will not scold me, I am not Toby
I am a
I my mark on this planet, I am cha-ching
my Asian name, I get dough from rhyming supreme
I was poor, now I am a
I was low as slime in
That's man, I put the 'woop' on it
A few moments then you gon' get a new song 'soo-woo' on it
The youth it in groups to use the loop on this
A bad man, that's I am, an odd one
Never ask me what broad done
I'ma say to the Wa Gwan
Solid as Selassie
So nobody to stop me
I got Maudie to watch me
Free the thottie's debauchery
Stay from fed's wires
Come fake us
And you get lead fired
we known to say something, do something (What?)
Red

And if I ever started to
I lift both feet on the ground
Making me ten tall
Looking
now?
Say something, do
now?
Say something, do
Ah me?
Say something, do
OG
Say something, do

If I it I meant it
how I live
die for it
how I am

You consider suburban black on cop
Who never to the hood, to the hood
Cause the perception they get all the killings on the TV
Ain't never good, in the
So it's nervous when give service
No courage can lead to
The squirters them assertive
And I heard it be refurbished
When the is "We deserve it"
Cause someone alerted, we flirted purges
us dead and deserted
Permanently dirted, it
In a pine box I'm not shot
Tryna make my time
Nine got them that mind bop
And it do dime drop
Born on Nine' block to dot
the rhymes locked where they find bop
I can still walk on Highland, walk on
Claiming what I to claim
Soft and sensitive suckers, they the walk of shame
Heads wire, like that bled, ours
The dead
Because we say something, do
Red

And if I ever to fall
I lift with both feet on the
Making me ten feet
like
Wassup
Say something, do
now?
Say something, do
Ah me?
Say something, do
OG
Say something, do

All I got is my
Long as my name is

Feel evil, though
Sinister shit for illy
Who milly for silly folkes
Busting they chilly most
Kill these broke finna be untill he croaks
'em wrapped in a drilly coat
Crossing him with a chin like a billy
We talk this way cause we been through so
to have no guts
Anybody we say hold up
We got our street and showed up
That's all the fighting and bumping
We found the light in the hole
is plight and disfunction
Plowed us right something
Hours and then funking
But the prying and punching
And the pal is trying to him
Now we flying and
Flying higher med tryers
We bred sires and bed lie-ers
They get nothing and we got everything, Fred
I salute the triple OG, Red