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 know me then you get guacamole
Still gotta watch even if you got dough these
Haza's will not 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 dough rhyming supreme
I was poor, now I am a
I was low as in latrines
That's man, I put the 'woop' on it
A few moments then you gon' get a new with 'soo-woo' on it
The youth it in groups to use the loop on this
A bad man, that's I am, an odd one
Never ask me what your broad
I'ma say to the brethren Wa
as Halie Selassie
So nobody to stop me
Plus I got Maudie to me
Free the thottie's debauchery
Stay away fed's wires
fake with us
And you gonna get lead
Cause we known to say something, do (What?)
Red

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

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

You consider suburban on white cop
Who never been to the hood, to the
Cause the perception they get from all the on the TV
never good, in the hood
So it's nervous when they service
No courage can to murders
The squirters make them
And I heard it can't be
When the word is "We it"
Cause someone alerted, we 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 that bop
And it do dime drop
Born on Nine' block to dot
Then the rhymes locked where they bop
I can still on Highland, walk on Wayne
what I aught to claim
Soft and suckers, they take the walk of shame
Heads wire, like they bled, ours
The flyers
Because we say something, do
Red

And if I ever to fall
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

evil, really though
Sinister shit for blokes
Who milly tote for silly
Busting till they most
these broke enemies finna be untill he croaks
Leaving 'em in a drilly coat
Crossing him a chin like a billy goat
We talk this way cause we been through so
Impossible to 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
is plight and disfunction
Plowed us right into
Hours and then funking
But the cowards prying and
And the pal is trying to him
Now we and bumping
higher than med tryers
We bred and they bed lie-ers
get nothing and we got everything, Fred Meyer
I salute the OG, Red Byers