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

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

Pac told me, "reach the homies"
When the thot's know me then you get
Still gotta watch police even if you got dough
Haza's will not scold me, 'cause I am not
I am a
I made my on this planet, I am cha-ching
That's my Asian name, I get dough rhyming supreme
I was poor, now I am a
I was low as slime in
amazing 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 loop on
A bad man, what I am, an odd one
Never ask me what broad done
I'ma say to the Wa Gwan
as Halie Selassie
So it's nobody to me
Plus I got to watch me
Free the thottie's debauchery
Stay from fed's wires
Come with us
And you gonna get lead
Cause we known to say something, do (What?)
Red

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

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

You suburban 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 nervous when they service
No can lead to murders
The squirters make them
And I heard it can't be
When the is "We deserve it"
Cause someone alerted, we flirted purges
Leaving us and deserted
dirted, insert it
In a box I'm not dyin' shot
Tryna make my stop
Nine got them that mind bop
And it never do dime
on Nine' block to crime dot
Then the locked where they find bop
I can walk on Highland, walk on Wayne
Claiming what I to claim
Soft and sensitive suckers, take the walk of shame
Heads wire, like they bled, ours
The flyers
Because we say something, do
Red

And if I ever started to
I lift with both feet on the
Making me ten tall
Looking
now?
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

evil, really though
Sinister shit for blokes
Who milly for silly folkes
till they chilly most
Kill these broke enemies finna be he croaks
Leaving 'em wrapped in a coat
him with a chin like a billy goat
We talk way cause we been through so much
Impossible to no guts
Anybody faking we say up
We got our street and city up
from all the fighting and bumping
We found the in the sunken hole
is plight and disfunction
Plowed us into something
Hours frighting and then
But the prying and punching
And the pal is trying to him
Now we flying and
Flying higher than med
We bred sires and they bed
They get nothing and we got everything, Fred
I salute the OG, Red Byers