Luyện nghe bài hát Work In Progress

[Intro, spoken: be
words being spoke
Huh
y'all know it is
Nap-Nappy Roots. Can I this one off? Ok

One-B. Stille]
Each day I listen the streets say
Like a DJ my scratch ghetto recordings, for my peoples
Got the eyes of an eagle, can't see us ever at peace for a reason
we ain't never being equal
And got us believing we heathens, uncivil of evil
up and assume the position, you know the procedure
Can't even leisure smoke reefer
With out police and search and seizure by the same police who Ceaser
It's
Seeing treat us like lower creatures than human beings
More so like
Touring the land of
Seeming to have the tendency to we ignorant
Cause of our pigment, can't take away a nigga's dignity
Still I the industry hoe
And when I'm rich I'm a pretend to be poor
My life's a work in progress, to be end of the road
But I don't stress cause I been her before, you know

My a work in progress
(and even though I'm rich I'm gonna to be poor)
My life's a in progress
(but I don't stress cause I have here before)
My life's a work in
(and though I'm rich I'm gonna pretend to be poor)
My life's a work in
(but I don't stress I have been here before)

two-Ron Clutch]
In
step you take
Every right left you make
You can look at it chess in a way
Cause life is best you take your time
Don't make a move, you done made up your mind
Play by the rules, don't ever the fool
you play and lose but you still pay your dues
on
Everybody knows the to be the boss
Yea the price is kind of steep but sacrifice is cheap
I learned that life can be sweet and bitter at the time
the Ying verse the Yang, sorta like rain without shine
Sometimes against the grain you grind gotta grit your teeth and it
Matthew 5, 5 "The earth the meek shall inherit"
the day before you perish away
Cause who can say how many days your last?
It's like a crack in hourglass
In a flash, the hours
Then gone

[Verse V]
Long life living (?) will you close you dying
The more laughs one had will bring you close to
Cold planet, yea it is
Racists, communicating who wrong did
I back to the 80's when we was all kids
A stab wound (?) experience
at the time not a glock would blow in da wind
It's a day in the hood to witness a stabbing
Now stories told to us, tragedy
Seem like it involve bloodshed
If you ever get a chance, just stop and use mind
Observe the world for yourself and just your time
Yeah, Oh, Yeah, that's
([Scratched:] my a work in progress)
Smoke something with country people
Drank with your country people
([Scratched:] my a work in progress)
Thinking back in Junior when sex was the shit
pussy now a day can get you killed quick
'Bout ball in now they 'bout getting licks
I'm playin Roots just to hear the realest shit
Expect it to the best of my how and my rapping wit
See next to nothing sugar coated in cold streets
Whatever you do, be smart, tote your
Did I mention if you work you don't eat
If you ever get a stop and use your mind
Observe the world for and check the time
Yea, Smoke with your country people