Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Sweat and Tears

Yo, yo son
Yo, killin' 'em out there, son
They out there, son, word up
Yo they us, son, Im tellin' you

Yall niggas cmon my word
Yall better cmon, yo up, son
dyin', son
Yo, cmon nigga, up, cmon

It took me years to figure out
What makes this world go
Its not man holding ground with dope
We to ask

Why do you that a meal can make you ill
you know that broke bill can still
See right through plastic ass
Before crack was a sport and we had thoughts of busy

Before death and fame had his way
The Brownsville, the place, the ill
Follow the trail of fresh blood
end up on my bricks

The marks, home of the warrior home
Our true thugs thats dead and
In the most effective chrome
Return to graves

Showin' youngsters what Im
we had trouble
We strugglin' since single shot gauges
Thats straight bad luck

But, I done passed up more
Than you may touch
What, we on grounds
the guidance of our fathers

All we know is how to double clutch
Me and my own flaunt a different path
Im to dip shit minus in your highness
The of kickin' half

to god, Im layin' down my card
Its hard, for too many years
Blood sweat and

These three
(Man, got to say)
Blood, sweat,
(Mop family)

three words
(We to the death, we knew he was dead and gone)
Blood, sweat,
(We comin' all the way from New York City, me out)

three words
Blood, sweat,
three words
Blood, sweat,

Go head
A lot changed since my brother left
(I can you, baby)
And my mothers death
(I can you, baby)

But as time past, I see my life flash
the body and theres no breath
(I can ya)
I chose not to let my Biretta

'Cause Im a
And Im for the better things
Its B
the majority of blacks
They slingin' crack, livin' in
(True testament)

What you gotta do is live what your give
And the best of it
(Try to see the of it)
'Cause you could easily fall victim to streets
And most definite
(Blood)

Is for the that died
The mothers that
The that tried
All we do is
(Sweat)

Steady, puttin' to
Handling dirt, your turf
We all shed for the loved
(Tears)
The thug ones and all deceased

And while these other cats play
praise God
And God that Im here
sweat and tears

These words
(Till the of dawn)
Blood, sweat,
(Birella)

three words
(Till the of dawn)
Blood, sweat,
(Twenty-one gun salute)

Ghetto nigga, nigga
nigga, we all niggas
Black on black crime niggas drop dimes
You put down yours but keep mine
I'ma mine nigga

Uncle Sam dont his shit for nobody
So gonna take my shit from me
So you house niggas is fighting for the limelight
I be down here my niggas

Underground,
Holdin' mine, house
sweat and tears

Blood, sweat,
These words
Blood, sweat,