Luyện nghe bài hát 40 Acres

Trouble world, trouble
times destroyed my smile
No of heart, no change of mind
You can what's yours but you gon' leave what's mine
I'd rather die, than go
I'd die, than go home
And I ain't leaving without my 40

Unpolished,
This cowboy pushed it to the limit
You thought Tony in that cell would've made us
We found his old cell, bitch, we searchin' through the
Spanish, got me speaking Spanglish
Money universal, that's the language
The ain't die, only some real niggas
We was born to mothers who deal with us
Left by who wouldn't build with us
I had both mine home, let's keep it real
My better half chose the path, applaud him
Younger brother me a child, I fought him
I that the Devil's new playground is boredom
The California top falls back like autumn
And they say I'm on the of winning
I claim victory when Malice on the verge of
Old habits die
rainy day bag buried in the backyard
It's for a hustler, no graveyards
Cause stand up niggas lie on no floors
Much rather us, ashes to ashes
Mix us the powder, sell us to the masses
We gon' keep it tight, rip it out the
Now you celebrate motherfuckers your glasses, Push'

Trouble world, trouble
times destroyed my smile
No change of heart, no change of
You can take what's yours but you gon' what's mine
I'd rather die, than go
I'd die, than go home
And I ain't without my 40 acres

Unpolished,
Might broke a heart or two but gave an honest effort
My attitude is always fuck it
35 of marriage and my momma left it
You shouldn't question if you ever stood a with him
The question is did you enjoy the dance with him
(Yughh!) I'll probably never pull you out, bitch
You know money grew your hair out, switch
All shit I bought you wear out
Rich, and I'm the only one I care
Place none me, God don't like ugly
Hate me or love me, he can judge me
Unpolished,
Big willie the blow, niggas, I am legend
of hard knock, I attended
Selling hard rock, fuck who I
I was a goner, by karma
Called him tar baby now he's transcending
The 911 with the ass shots
A toothless was the mascot
The owner of the key to padlock
I'm Jordan vs Cavs for the shot
I all mine, reparations
We poppy seeds on my 40 acres, Push!

Trouble world, child
Trouble destroyed my smile
No change of heart, no of mind
You can take what's but you gon' leave what's mine
I'd rather die, than go
I'd die, than go home
And I ain't without my 40 acres