Luyện nghe bài hát Underdog

This is for my folkers who got bills
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

This is for my folkers who got 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

I this glass for the ones who die meaninglessly
And the newborns who get fed
mom caught a job and a welfare fraud case
When she breathe, she swear it feels plastic wrap around her face

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

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

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

Homes with no stiffen your joints like arthritis
If was fiction, it'd be easier to write this
Some folks try to front 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 folkers who lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the

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

Then all your pile up about a mile up
about a partner you can dial up to help you out this foul stuff
Whole sleepin' on a futon while you're clippin' coupons
salad tryin' to get full off the croutons

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

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

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

This is for my folkers who got 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 love for the

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

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

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

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

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

This is for my 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 love for the