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

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

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

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

Coming home never seem to be a celebration
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 truck
You feel like so it seems like you don't give a fuck
You feel like getting so high, you smoke a whole damn
You feel like crying but you think you might never stop

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

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

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

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

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

You the workers and jobs, you're gonna have murders and mobs
A gang of screamin' sermons over murmurs and sobs
Saying pray for a change from the Lord you
They'd tear motherfucker up if they 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 never like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the

You like this song 'cause it relates, it's you in this
We go to stores that 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 days a week, can't Saturdays though
Muscles tremblin' a pager when the battery's low
And you don't know where the years went
Although every long shift feels a year spent

And you can your resume but it wouldn't even mention
All the life lessons doing six years of detention
Or how you learned the police was just 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
that's been killed, how we always gonna miss them?

It's almost survivin' on this fraction
Sip a 40 to the brain for the chemical
You gotta 'cause they're tryin' to push and shove you
I'll this motherfucker up since I really love you

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