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 ways
But no what you was taught
Every man hold his own

Pac me, "reach the block homies"
When the thot's me then you get guacamole
Still gotta watch police even if you got dough
Haza's will not scold me, 'cause I am not
I am a
I my mark on this 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 then you gon' get a new song 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
Never ask me what broad done
I'ma say to the Wa Gwan
Solid as Halie
So it's nobody to me
Plus I got to watch me
Free from the debauchery
Stay away fed's wires
Come with us
And you gonna get lead
we known to say something, do something (What?)
Red

And if I started to fall
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

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

You consider black on white 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 they give
No can lead to murders
The make them assertive
And I heard it can't be
When the word is "We it"
someone alerted, we flirted with purges
Leaving us dead and
Permanently dirted, it
In a pine box I'm not shot
make my time stop
Nine got them slimes mind bop
And it never do dime
Born on Nine' block to dot
Then the rhymes where they find bop
I can walk on Highland, walk on Wayne
Claiming what I aught to
Soft and suckers, they take the walk of shame
Heads wire, like that bled, ours
The dead
Because we say something, do
Red

And if I started to fall
I lift with feet on the ground
me ten feet tall
Looking
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

evil, really though
Sinister for illy blokes
Who milly tote for folkes
Busting they chilly most
Kill these broke enemies be untill he croaks
Leaving 'em in a drilly coat
Crossing him with a chin like a goat
We talk this way cause we been through so
Impossible to have no
Anybody faking we say up
We got our street and city up
from all the fighting and bumping
We the light in the sunken hole
Down is plight and
Plowed us right something
Hours frighting and then
But the prying and punching
And the pal is to trump him
Now we and bumping
Flying than med tryers
We bred and they bed lie-ers
They get nothing and we got everything, Meyer
I the triple OG, Red Byers