Luyện nghe bài hát Underdog

This is for my who got bills overdue
is for my folkers, um, check, one, two
This is for my who never lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the

This is for my folkers who got bills
is for my folkers, um, check, one, two
This is for my folkers who lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the

I raise this for the ones who die meaninglessly
And the newborns who get fed
Somebody's mom caught a job and a welfare case
she breathe, she swear it feels like plastic wrap around her face

Lights turned off and it's the third month, the rent is
of being homeless, crying till you hyperventilate
Despair permeates the air then sets in ear
The kids play with that one toy they how to share

Coming don't never seem to be a celebration
Bills, piled up on the coffee table like they're decorations
Big ol' spoons of peanut butter, big ass of water
Makes the hunger subside, save the food for your daughter

You feel like swingin' haymakers at a moving
You like laughing so it seems like you don't give a fuck
You feel like getting so high, you smoke a whole crop
You feel like crying but you think that you might never

Homes with no heat stiffen your joints like
If was fiction, it'd be easier to write this
Some try to front like they so above you
They'd tear this motherfucker up if really loved you

is for my folkers who got bills overdue
is for my folkers, um, check, one, two
This is for my who never lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got for the underdog

There's certain tricks of the trade to try and your defeat
Like taking to an all you can eat
Returning used shit for new you lost your receipt
And writing four figure checks when your accounts

Then all problems pile up about a mile up
Thinkin' about a partner you can up to help you out this foul stuff
Whole family sleepin' on a futon you're clippin' coupons
Eatin' salad tryin' to get full off the

'Crosstown, the is identical
Somebody's getting strangled by the system and its
Misconceptions questions to be solved
A lot of b-boys are broke, a lot of got jobs

You can make 8 bones an hour till you pass out and be assed out
Most schemes don't let you cash out
They say this makes the harmony pray
But crime rises with the povety rate

You take the and jobs, you're gonna have murders and mobs
A gang of preachers sermons over murmurs and sobs
Saying pray for a change from the above you
tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you

This is for my folkers who got bills
is for my folkers, um, check, one, two
This is for my folkers who lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got for the underdog

You like this song 'cause it relates, it's you in this
We go to that only let us in two at a time
We live in places where it costs to get your check
about money usually drown out the tec blasts

Work six days a week, sleep Saturdays though
tremblin' like a pager when the battery's low
And you just don't know where the went
Although every long feels like a year spent

And you can write your resume but it wouldn't mention
All the lessons learned doing six years of detention
Or how you learned the police was some handicappers
On the ground next to broken and candy wrappers

Now don't accept my on the phone
Just hit me at the house so I I ain't alone
And we can chop it up about messed up system
Homies that's been killed, how we always gonna miss

It's impossible survivin' on this fraction
Sip a 40 to the brain for the reaction
You hustle 'cause they're tryin' to push and shove you
I'll tear this motherfucker up since I really you

is for my folkers who got bills overdue
is for my folkers, um, check, one, two
This is for my folkers who never like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got for the underdog