Luyện nghe bài hát Tell Me Who Profits

I can give a damn about you and your
frontin'
Ain't bein' true to
The they say, they say
Man, I
And I got a plan for

But you the finger
And I bring a with me
'Cause 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 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 stop when
They start to get lips popped, and

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

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

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

I can fool with the system
They facts and twist 'em
knots, right up the blocks
A to get a 40
Around the get craps
these is traps to keep us tapped

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

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

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

Dough? The education, to get you
Than murder and with thugs
You're better off a nerd
absurd
Life don't mean nuthin' without 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 gotta
Why niggas plunder,
ya torn a sunder
'Cause I'ma
And a glass pipe full of crack
And black mens pockets be phat a

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

ya dodgin' niggas and caps
He's George and Clarence
Digging balls out of sand traps
He's never Frisco or Oakland
He got a of New York
When he 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 our birettas
But there's no boats or Caine
in the ghetto, yo

Tell me who
DC got
And we got spit
me who profits?
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