Luyện nghe bài hát Tell Me Who Profits

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

But you the finger
And I bring a with me
brothas that I know be acting shifty
Let me be me and let you, be you
But why about me
If it's not me that you're 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 shits
The kids when
start to get they lips popped, and

They say I 'em
But I ain't seen 'em in four
You always had my number so step with poor tears
And what about, plus is my man, you to stop it
Screw the doers of
'Cause you never profit

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

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

I can fool the school system
take facts and twist 'em
Into knots, up the blocks
A to get a 40
Around the get craps
Perhaps these is to keep us tapped

Saps, can buy
With bullet caps
In the locker room no hassle
And assholes sell cracks in
To and friends
'Cause the goes with the trend

My friend, the niggas makin' is livin' illegal
That's the way get [Incomprehensible]

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

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

Tell me who
have Gs
But get shot, kid
(Dick)
Tell me who
I'll Gs
But get shot, kid
(Dick)

Huh
Ya wonder
Why niggas plunder,
Have ya torn a
I'ma build
And a glass pipe full of crack
And mens pockets be phat a little

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

Have ya dodgin' niggas and
He's with and Clarence
Digging golf balls out of traps
He's seen Frisco or Oakland
He got a glimpse of New
he went to see the Opera

He's seventy-six, senile
If we live past 2-4 due
For a in the penile
So see now, we polish our
But no boats or Caine fields
in the ghetto, yo

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

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