Luyện nghe bài hát 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 love for the

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 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
she breathe, she swear it feels like plastic wrap around her face

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

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

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

Homes with no heat stiffen joints like arthritis
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 folkers who never like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got for the underdog

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

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

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

You can make 8 bones an hour till you pass out and still be out
Most 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 murders and mobs
A gang of screamin' sermons over murmurs and sobs
Saying pray for a from the Lord above you
They'd 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 who never lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the

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

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

And you can write resume but it wouldn't even mention
All the lessons learned doing six years of detention
Or how you learned the police was just some
On the ground 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 this up system
Homies that's been killed, how we always 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 this 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