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

Say something do
the way that I was raised
But we living in different ways
But no what you was taught
Every man must his own

Pac me, "reach the block homies"
When the know me then you get guacamole
Still gotta police even if you got dough these
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 Asian name, I get dough from rhyming
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 to use the loop on this
A bad man, that's I am, an odd one
Never ask me what broad done
say to the brethren Wa Gwan
Solid as Halie
So nobody to stop me
Plus I got to watch me
Free from the thottie's
Stay away from fed's
Come with us
And you get lead fired
Cause we known to say something, do (What?)
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

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

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

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

All I got is my
as my name is good

Feel evil, really
Sinister shit for blokes
Who tote for silly folkes
Busting till they chilly
Kill these broke enemies finna be he croaks
'em wrapped in a drilly coat
Crossing him with a chin like a goat
We talk way cause we been through so much
Impossible to have no
Anybody we say hold up
We got our street and city up
That's all the fighting and bumping
We found the in the sunken hole
Down is plight and
Plowed us right something
frighting and then funking
But the cowards and punching
And the pal is to trump him
Now we flying and
Flying than med tryers
We sires and they bed lie-ers
get nothing and we got everything, Fred Meyer
I salute the triple OG, Red