Luyện nghe bài hát Tell Me Who Profits

I can a damn about you and your crew
frontin'
Ain't nobody true to
The things they say, say
Man, I
And I got a for improvement

But you gets the
And I bring a attitude me
'Cause brothas I know be acting shifty
Let me be me and let you, be you
But why about me
If not me that you're talkin' to

make it clear
You do not know, me
So how ya livin', how ya feel, bro G
To me that's phony, asking if my dropping
The kids stop
start to get they lips popped, and

They say I 'em
But I ain't seen 'em in years
You always had my number so step your poor tears
And what about, plus is my man, you need to it
Screw the of rumors
you nerds never profit

Tell me who
You got
you like to gossip
me who profits?
You got
'Cause you like to

In school I never used to raise my hand in
I always knew the hand
A grade to me
In the back,
they wasn't kickin' facts
In I never learned nuttin'

I can fool with the system
They take facts and 'em
Into knots, right up the
A to get a 40
the corner get craps
Perhaps is traps to keep us tapped

Saps, can buy
flat-tipped bullet caps
In the locker room no hassle
And assholes cracks in sacks
To class-foes and
'Cause the mass with the trend

My friend, the makin' ends is livin' illegal
That's the way they get

That's the way to go, I'm out to get

Dough? The education, to get you
Than murder and drugs thugs
You're better off being a
absurd
Life don't mean without phat pockets
That's the only way to get paid, you me who profits

me who profits?
I'll Gs
But get shot, kid
(Dick)
me who profits?
I'll Gs
But get shot, kid
(Dick)

Huh
Ya wonder
Why plunder, kill
ya torn a sunder
'Cause build
And fill a glass pipe of crack
And black mens pockets be phat a

Let's whittle the way to the now
Ya packin' a glock, mackin' the block, with the cops
Well, who ya takin' the for?
A kingpin' swingin' with the
Greasin' 'em up and 'em papers
For drugs in the

Have ya dodgin' niggas and
with George and Clarence
Digging balls out of sand traps
never seen Frisco or Oakland
He got a glimpse of New
When he to see the Opera

He's seventy-six, getting
If we past 2-4 were due
For a in the penile
So see now, we our birettas
But there's no boats or fields
in the ghetto, yo

Tell me who
DC got
And we ain't got
me who profits?
DC got
And we got spit, yo

Tell me who
DC got
And we ain't got
me who profits?
DC got
And we got spit