Luyện nghe bài hát 40 Acres

Trouble world, child
Trouble times my smile
No change of heart, no change of
You can take what's yours but you gon' leave what's
I'd rather die, than go
I'd rather die, than go
And I ain't leaving without my 40

Unpolished,
This cocaine cowboy it to the limit
You Tony in that cell would've made us timid
We found his old cell, bitch, we searchin' the digits
Spanish, got me speaking Spanglish
Money universal, that's the only
The dream ain't die, only some real
We was born to mothers who couldn't with us
Left by fathers who wouldn't with us
I had both mine home, let's it real niggas
My better half chose the better path, him
Younger brother me a child, I fought him
I heard that the new playground is boredom
The California top just falls back like
And they say I'm on the verge of
I claim victory when Malice on the verge of
Old habits die
That rainy day bag in the backyard
It's for a hustler, no graveyards
Cause up niggas don't lie on no floors
Much rather us, ashes to ashes
Mix us the powder, sell us to the masses
We gon' it tight, rip it out the plastic
Now you motherfuckers raise your glasses, Push'

Trouble world, trouble
Trouble destroyed my smile
No change of heart, no of mind
You can what's yours but you gon' leave what's mine
I'd rather die, go home
I'd rather die, go home
And I ain't leaving my 40 acres

Unpolished,
Might have broke a or two but gave an honest effort
My nonchalant attitude is always it
35 years of marriage and my left it
You shouldn't if you ever stood a chance with him
The better is did you enjoy the dance with him
(Yughh!) I'll never pull you chair out, bitch
You this money grew your hair out, switch
All that I bought you wear out
Rich, and I'm the only one I care
Place none above me, God don't like
Hate me or me, only he can judge me
Unpolished,
Big willie the blow, niggas, I am legend
of hard knock, I attended
Selling rock, fuck who I offended
I was a goner, by karma
Called him tar baby now he's transcending
The 911 came the ass shots
A toothless crackhead was the
The owner of the key to padlock
I'm vs Cavs for the last shot
I all mine, reparations
We growin' seeds on my 40 acres, Push!

Trouble world, trouble
Trouble times my smile
No change of heart, no of mind
You can take what's yours but you gon' leave what's
I'd rather die, go home
I'd rather die, go home
And I leaving without my 40 acres