Luyện nghe bài hát 40 Acres

Trouble world, trouble
Trouble times my smile
No of heart, no change of mind
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,
cocaine cowboy pushed it to the limit
You thought Tony in that cell would've us timid
We found his old cell, bitch, we searchin' the digits
Anything Spanish, got me Spanglish
Money universal, that's the only
The dream die, only some real niggas
We was born to mothers who deal with us
by fathers who wouldn't build with us
I had both home, let's keep it real niggas
My better chose the better path, applaud him
Younger me a spoiled child, I fought him
I heard that the Devil's new is boredom
The California top falls back like autumn
And they say I'm on the verge of
I claim victory when Malice on the of sinning
Old habits die
That rainy day bag in the backyard
It's heaven for a hustler, no
stand up niggas don't lie on no floors
Much rather burns us, to ashes
Mix us with the powder, sell us to the
We gon' keep it tight, rip it out the
Now you motherfuckers raise your glasses, Push'

world, trouble child
Trouble destroyed my smile
No of heart, no change of mind
You can take 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,
Might have broke a or two but gave an honest effort
My nonchalant is always fuck it
35 years of marriage and my left it
You shouldn't question if you stood a chance with him
The better question is did you enjoy the with him
(Yughh!) I'll probably never pull you chair out,
You know this money 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, only he can me
Unpolished,
Big willie with the blow, niggas, I am
School of hard knock, I
hard rock, fuck who I offended
I was a goner, punished by
Called him tar now he's transcending genres
The 911 with the ass shots
A toothless crackhead was the
The owner of the key to padlock
I'm Jordan vs Cavs for the shot
I need all mine,
We growin' poppy on my 40 acres, Push!

Trouble world, trouble
times 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, go home
I'd rather die, than go
And I leaving without my 40 acres