Luyện nghe bài hát Underdog

This is for my who got bills overdue
is for my folkers, um, check, one, two
This is for my folkers who lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got for the underdog

is for my folkers who got bills overdue
is for my folkers, um, check, one, two
This is for my who never lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got for the underdog

I raise this for the ones who die meaninglessly
And the who get fed intravenously
Somebody's mom caught a job and a welfare fraud
When she breathe, she swear it feels like plastic wrap around her

Lights turned off and it's the third month, the is late
Thoughts of being homeless, crying till you
Despair permeates the air then in your ear
The kids play with one toy they learned how to share

home don't never seem to be a celebration
Bills, they piled up on the coffee table they're decorations
Big ol' of peanut butter, big ass glass of water
Makes the subside, save the real food for your daughter

You feel like swingin' haymakers at a truck
You feel like so it seems like you don't give a fuck
You feel like getting so high, you a whole damn crop
You feel like but you think that you might never stop

Homes with no heat stiffen your joints like
If this was fiction, be easier to write this
Some try to front like they so above you
They'd tear motherfucker up if they really loved you

is for my folkers who got bills overdue
is for my folkers, um, check, one, two
This is for my who never lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the

There's certain tricks of the to try and hault your defeat
taking tupperware to an all you can eat
Returning used shit for new saying you lost your
And writing four figure when your accounts deplete

Then all your problems up about a mile up
Thinkin' about a you can dial up to help you out this foul stuff
Whole family sleepin' on a while you're clippin' coupons
salad tryin' to get full off the croutons

'Crosstown, the situation is
Somebody's strangled by the system and its tentacles
raise questions to be solved
A lot of b-boys are broke, a lot of got jobs

You can make 8 bones an hour till you pass out and still be out
Most schemes don't let you cash out
They say generation makes the harmony pray
But crime rises consistent the povety rate

You take the workers and jobs, you're have murders and mobs
A of preachers screamin' sermons over murmurs and sobs
Saying pray for a change from the Lord you
They'd this motherfucker up if they really loved you

This is for my folkers who got bills
is for my folkers, um, check, one, two
This is for my folkers who never lived a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got for the underdog

You this song 'cause it relates, it's you in this rhyme
We go to stores that only let us in two at a
We live in where it costs to get your check cashed
about money usually drown out the tec blasts

Work six a week, can't sleep Saturdays though
Muscles tremblin' a pager when the battery's low
And you don't know where the years went
Although every long feels like a year spent

And you can your resume but it wouldn't even mention
All the life lessons learned doing six years of
Or how you learned the was just some handicappers
On the ground next to broken glass and candy

Now don't my collects on the phone
Just hit me at the so I know I ain't alone
And we can chop it up about this up system
that's been killed, how we always gonna miss them?

It's almost impossible on this fraction
Sip a 40 to the brain for the reaction
You gotta 'cause they're tryin' to push and shove you
I'll tear motherfucker up since I really love you

This is for my who got bills overdue
is for my folkers, um, check, one, two
This is for my folkers who never like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got for the underdog