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 different nowadays
But no what you was taught
Every man must 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, 'cause I am not
I am a
I made my mark on planet, I am cha-ching
That's my Asian name, I get dough from rhyming
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 you gon' get a new song with 'soo-woo' on it
The youth it in groups to use the loop on this
A bad man, what I am, an odd one
Never ask me what your broad
I'ma say to the Wa Gwan
as Halie Selassie
So nobody to stop me
Plus I got to watch me
from the thottie's debauchery
Stay away fed's wires
Come fake us
And you gonna get fired
we known to say something, do something (What?)
Red

And if I ever started to
I lift with both feet on the
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 suburban black on white cop
Who never to the hood, to the hood
Cause the perception they get all the killings on the TV
never good, in the hood
So it's nervous they give service
No courage can lead to
The squirters make assertive
And I heard it be refurbished
When the word is "We it"
Cause someone alerted, we with purges
Leaving us and deserted
dirted, insert it
In a pine box I'm not shot
Tryna make my time
got them slimes that mind bop
And it do dime drop
on Nine' block to crime dot
Then the rhymes locked where they bop
I can walk on Highland, walk on Wayne
what I aught to claim
Soft and sensitive suckers, they take the walk of
Heads wire, like that they bled,
The flyers
we say something, do something
Red

And if I ever started to
I with both feet on the ground
Making me ten tall
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 illy
Who milly tote for folkes
till they chilly most
Kill these broke enemies finna be he croaks
'em wrapped in a drilly coat
Crossing him with a chin a billy goat
We talk this way cause we been so much
to have no guts
Anybody we say hold up
We got our street and city up
That's from all the and bumping
We found the light in the hole
Down is and disfunction
Plowed us right into
Hours and then funking
But the prying and punching
And the pal is to trump him
Now we flying and
Flying higher than med
We bred sires and they bed
They get nothing and we got everything, Fred
I the triple OG, Red Byers