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 thats my
Yall better cmon, yo up, son
dyin', son
Yo, cmon nigga, wake up,

It took me twenty-four years to out
What makes this go round
Its not man holding ground with dope
We to ask

Why do you feel a meal can make you ill
When you that broke bill can still
See right through your ass
Before crack was a sport and we had of getting busy

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

The marks, home of the thrown home
Our thugs thats dead and gone
In the hills effective chrome
Return to these

Showin' what Im facin'
'Cause we had
We been strugglin' since single shot
straight ghetto bad luck

But, I done passed up shit
Than you may touch
What, we on grounds
Without the guidance of our

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

Honest to god, Im down my card
Its been hard, for too years
Blood sweat and

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

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

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

Go nigga
A whole lot changed since my left
(I can you, baby)
And since my death
(I can you, baby)

But as past, I could see my life flash
Leavin' the and theres no breath
(I can ya)
I not to let my Biretta swing

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

What you gotta do is live what life give
And the best of it
(Try to see the of it)
you could easily fall victim to these streets
And deaths most
(Blood)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Underground,
mine, house nigga
Blood sweat and

Blood, sweat,
These three
Blood, sweat,