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

Say something do
That's the way that I was
But we living in ways nowadays
But no matter you was taught
man must hold his own

Pac told me, "reach the homies"
When the know me then you get guacamole
gotta watch police even if you got dough these
Haza's will not scold me, I am not Toby
I am a
I made my mark on planet, I am cha-ching
That's my 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 with 'soo-woo' on it
The youth want it in groups to use the on this
A bad man, what I am, an odd one
ask me what your broad done
I'ma say to the Wa Gwan
as Halie Selassie
So it's nobody to me
Plus I got Maudie to me
Free from the debauchery
away from fed's wires
Come fake us
And you get lead fired
Cause we to say something, do something (What?)
Red

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

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

You consider black on white cop
Who been to the hood, to the hood
Cause the perception get from all the killings on the TV
never good, in the hood
So it's when they give service
No courage can lead to
The squirters them assertive
And I heard it can't be
the word is "We deserve it"
Cause someone alerted, we flirted purges
Leaving us dead and
Permanently dirted, it
In a box I'm not dyin' shot
make my time stop
Nine got slimes that mind bop
And it never do drop
Born on Nine' to crime dot
Then the rhymes locked they find bop
I can still on Highland, walk on Wayne
Claiming I aught to claim
Soft and sensitive suckers, take the walk of shame
Heads wire, like that they bled,
The flyers
Because we say something, do
Red

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

All I got is my
Long as my is good

evil, really though
Sinister shit for blokes
Who tote for silly folkes
Busting till they most
Kill these broke enemies be untill he croaks
'em wrapped in a drilly coat
Crossing him with a chin like a billy
We this way cause we been through so much
to have no guts
Anybody we say hold up
We got our street and showed up
That's from all the fighting and
We the light in the sunken hole
is plight and disfunction
Plowed us into something
frighting and then funking
But the prying and punching
And the pal is trying to him
Now we flying and
Flying than med tryers
We bred sires and bed lie-ers
They get nothing and we got everything, Fred
I the triple OG, Red Byers