Luyện nghe bài hát All We Got Left Is The Beat

Ey, ey, it out homie
Man, you to get up out of this spot man
And get a job man you get smoked man
I know you wanna hear it man
But, man, wait, hold up loc got company man
my guns?

When I'm ridin' on the I hear gunshots, rare shots
Swear crack niggas 'cause moms missed flips
So man really care about politics
In the ninety's, our so slick

I watch CNN and I realize
They're tricks on my mind
want a man to work with his hands
Too young to die, and don't give a damn

Rare-momma got on her knees
But not no more, god damn it, I cheese
I'm on the move and I'ma show and
You cry to my political groove

in peace, sauce brothers underneath
I love you to death while my like a reef
In the middle of the night on the city
The only thing we got is the beat

All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, huh, give it to me
All we got is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, uh

Who guns into the USA?
And then makes sure that they come the way
Gain the points until the whole race
And teach up my woman that she should up the cops

The projects are hell, a, minute
There's nothin' we do but on top of an elevator
Say the clubs, I get a job
Mouth to feed, somebody's robbed

I ain't worked, but I workin' for crumbs
You ever seen a man-shelter? out the bombs
Brother of pain, whole lives are over
They every dime tryin' not to be sober

And all the got bags of clothes
They'll be long lost momma, one never knows
The are like a nightmare
the presidents secretary is chillin' in his leather chair

All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, give it to me
All we got is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, uh

to a lime, lime to a lemon
When you need a toga-black, hire linen
Your ripper's man applause he can't get a job
He gets up all of his family and feels a slob

The black don't understand
'Cause don't realize what it is to be a black man
In the mornin' a brother feels a jerk
Seein' women and white men go to work

So all women fear, the ain't real
'Cause won't give us no jobs, that's the real deal
Hold my hand I get it all together
They don't me at times of bad weather

'Cause make it out the concrete walls
And there's way besides basketball
Let me go, let me do I do
I'm red, and green, then red, white and blue

All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, give it to me
All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, uh, give it to me

Ridin' in the street you can feel the heat
A little bit of and a whole lot of concrete
Creepin' I'm on the corner
And you can get robbed if you

Paybacks a on the street
You're seein' gold teeth, ya hearin' beats
Brothers ride by real
You get leary when they got tinted

Sittin' on the steps with a
I'm drinkin' valentine, I wasn't up front
My aunt Ellie always about God
Tell me you cried 'cause it's so hard
Government got a hell of a
But word is born they ain't destroyin' this man

All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, it to me
All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, uh, give it to me

All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, huh, give it to me
All we got is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, it to me

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