Luyện nghe bài hát Tell Me Who Profits

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

But you the finger
And I bring a attitude me
'Cause brothas that I know be shifty
Let me be me and let you, be you
But why about me
If it's not me 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, if my shits dropping
The kids when
They to get they lips popped, and

They say I 'em
But I seen 'em in four years
You always had my number so step with poor tears
And what about, is my man, you need to stop it
Screw the of rumors
'Cause you nerds never

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

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

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

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

My friend, the niggas makin' is livin' illegal
the way they 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
That's
Life don't mean without phat pockets
That's the way to get paid, you tell me who profits

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

Huh
Ya gotta
Why niggas plunder,
Have ya torn a
I'ma 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, fight the cops
Well, who ya takin' the for?
A swingin' with the president
'em up and givin' 'em papers
For in the states

ya dodgin' niggas and caps
He's with George and
golf balls out of sand traps
He's never seen Frisco or
He got a glimpse of New
he went to see the Opera

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

Tell me who
DC got
And we got spit
Tell me who
DC got
And we got spit, yo

Tell me who
DC got
And we ain't got
Tell me who
DC got
And we ain't got