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 love for the

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 love for the

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

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

Coming home don't 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 food for your daughter

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

Homes with no heat stiffen your like arthritis
If this was fiction, it'd be to write this
Some folks try to front like they so 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 folkers who never lived a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got for the underdog

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

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

'Crosstown, the is identical
Somebody's getting strangled by the and its tentacles
raise 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 still be out
pyramid schemes don't let you cash out
They say this generation makes the pray
But crime rises consistent with the povety

You take the and jobs, you're gonna have murders and mobs
A gang of preachers screamin' sermons over murmurs and
pray for a change from the Lord above you
They'd tear 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 for the underdog

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

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

And you can your resume but it wouldn't even mention
All the life learned doing six years of detention
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 about this up system
Homies that's been killed, how we always gonna them?

It's almost impossible survivin' on this
Sip a 40 to the brain for the reaction
You gotta hustle 'cause they're 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 folkers who never like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the