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

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

Pac me, "reach the block homies"
the thot's know me then you get guacamole
Still watch police even if you got dough these
Haza's not scold me, 'cause I am not Toby
I am a
I my mark on this planet, I am cha-ching
That's my Asian name, I get from rhyming supreme
I was poor, now I am a
I was low as slime in
That's amazing man, I put the 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 loop on
A bad man, that's I am, an odd one
Never ask me your broad done
I'ma say to the Wa Gwan
Solid as Selassie
So it's nobody to me
I got Maudie to watch me
Free from the debauchery
away from fed's wires
Come with us
And you get lead fired
Cause we to say something, do something (What?)
Red

And if I ever to fall
I with both feet on the ground
Making me ten feet
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 been to the hood, to the hood
Cause the perception get from all the killings on the TV
Ain't never good, in the
So it's nervous when they give
No courage can lead to
The make them assertive
And I heard it be refurbished
When the is "We deserve it"
Cause someone alerted, we flirted purges
Leaving us dead and
Permanently dirted, it
In a pine box I'm not shot
Tryna make my time
Nine got them slimes that bop
And it never do dime
Born on Nine' block to dot
Then the rhymes locked where find bop
I can still walk on Highland, on Wayne
Claiming what I aught to
and sensitive suckers, they take 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 with 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

Feel evil, really
Sinister shit for blokes
Who milly for silly folkes
Busting till chilly most
Kill these broke enemies finna be he croaks
Leaving 'em wrapped in a drilly
Crossing him with a chin like a billy
We talk way cause we been through so much
to have no guts
Anybody faking we say up
We got our street and showed up
That's from all the and bumping
We found the in the sunken hole
is plight and disfunction
Plowed us into something
frighting and then funking
But the cowards and punching
And the pal is trying to him
Now we and bumping
Flying higher than med
We sires and they bed lie-ers
get nothing and we got everything, Fred Meyer
I the triple OG, Red Byers