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 folkers who lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got for the underdog

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 this 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 like plastic around her face

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

Coming home never seem to be a celebration
Bills, they piled up on the table like they're decorations
Big ol' spoons of butter, big ass glass of water
Makes the hunger subside, save the real food for daughter

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

Homes no heat stiffen your joints like arthritis
If this was fiction, it'd be easier to write
folks try to front like they so above you
They'd this motherfucker 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 lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got for the underdog

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

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

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

You can make 8 an hour till you pass out and still be assed out
Most pyramid schemes let you cash out
They say this makes the harmony pray
But crime rises consistent with the rate

You take the workers and jobs, you're gonna have and mobs
A of preachers screamin' sermons over murmurs and sobs
Saying pray for a change from the Lord you
They'd tear this motherfucker up if 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 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 it costs to get your check cashed
about money usually drown out the tec blasts

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

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

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 impossible survivin' on fraction
Sip a 40 to the for the chemical reaction
You gotta hustle 'cause tryin' to push and shove you
I'll tear this up since I really love 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 for the underdog