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 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 like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the

I raise glass for the ones who die meaninglessly
And the who get fed intravenously
Somebody's mom caught a job and a fraud case
When she breathe, she swear it feels plastic wrap around her face

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

home don't never seem to be a celebration
Bills, they piled up on the table like they're decorations
Big ol' of peanut butter, big ass glass of water
Makes the hunger subside, save the real food for 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 a whole damn crop
You like crying but you think that you might never stop

Homes with no heat your joints like arthritis
If this was fiction, it'd be easier to write
Some try to front like they so above 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

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

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

'Crosstown, the is identical
getting strangled by the system and its tentacles
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 rises consistent with the povety rate

You the workers and jobs, you're gonna have murders and mobs
A gang of preachers screamin' sermons over and sobs
Saying for a change from the Lord 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 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 money usually drown out the tec blasts

six days a week, can't sleep Saturdays though
Muscles tremblin' 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 your but it wouldn't even mention
All the life lessons learned doing six years of
Or how you learned the police was just handicappers
On the next to broken glass and candy wrappers

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

almost impossible survivin' on this fraction
Sip a 40 to the brain for the reaction
You gotta 'cause they're tryin' to push and shove you
I'll tear 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 who never lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got for the underdog