Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Truss It

Here the drums
Here the drums

Bass in face
Not an eight
it good to the wood
So the people you some a dat
to the fax
That I and it stick
And it stay
Pointin' to the joint put the Buddha

Goin' goin' gettin' to the
givin' it up
So turn me
But again I got a story
harder than the hardcore
Cost of the
I'm 'bout the one still goin' on
I know, where I'm from, not dum dum

the base motherland, the place of the drum
Invaded by the wack diddie
Fooled the black, us faded
King and probably had a big beef
Because of dat now I grit my
So here's a to the strong
'Bout a shake of a
And the went along wit dat

truss it
Can't it
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Can't it
Can't it

Kickin' wicked
Like a teller
'Cause the wickedness done by
everybody at
Divided and
For liquor and the
in the back
For the other man to

Now the story I'm kickin' is glory
rock where they be
Dockin' this
No hope I'm
gang tackled
By the other swingin' the rope
red, white and blue, Jack and his crew
The guy's beat down for the brown

Man to the man, each one so it one
to terrorize, sisters and every brother
One love who said it, I know Whodini it
But the hater taught
why we gang bang it
Beware of the
When it's comin' from the
I ain't trippin' watch ya step

Can't it
Can't it
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An' I everyone, one by the one
Look come the judge
Watch it here he now

I can guess what's happ'nin'
ago, he woulda been
The captain
me bruised on a cruise
What I got to lose, all contact
Got me layin' on my
in my own leftover
When I roll over, I roll in somebody else's

90 damn days on a slave
'em fallin' off
1, 2, 3, 4 at a time
in the wood and it's mine
I'm chokin' on feelin' pain
Like my brain chained
Still gotta give it I got
hot in the day, it's cold in the night

But I thrive to survive, I to God to stay alive
My attitude up inside
And that ain't it, you I'll every quit
I pray to get my hands 'round
The of the man wit' the whip
3 pass, they brand a label on my ass
To signify,
I'm on the

Sayin' 1555, how I'm
We been livin'
ain't the word
I givin'
got
Classify us in the
haves
'Cause it's all about

When it comes to
Mean I'm mine
Here I am turn it Sam
427 to the
Do you
why it's hard
For the to love the land
Once

in your face
Not an eight
Gettin' it good to the
So the
you some a dat
to the fax
That I kick and it
And it around

to the joint, put the Buddha down
Goin', goin', gettin' to the
Ain't it up
So turn me
But again I got a story
That's than the hardcore
of the holocaust
I'm talin' the one still goin' on

I know, I'm from, not dum diddie dum
From the base motherland, the of the drum
by the wack diddie wack
Fooled the black, left us
King and chief probably had a big
Because of dat now I grit my
So here's a song to the
a shake of a snake
And the smile along wit dat

Can't it
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Can't it

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