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 folkers who never lived a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the

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

I raise glass for the ones who die meaninglessly
And the newborns who get fed
Somebody's mom caught a job and a welfare case
When she breathe, she 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 the air then sets in your ear
The kids play that one toy they learned how to share

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

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

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

This is for my folkers who got bills
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

certain tricks of the trade to try and hault your defeat
Like taking to an all you can eat
Returning used shit for new saying you your receipt
And writing figure checks when your accounts deplete

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

'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 homeless got

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

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

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

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

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

Now don't accept my on the phone
Just hit me at the house so I know I 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 gotta hustle 'cause they're tryin' to and shove you
I'll tear this motherfucker up since I really you

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