Luyện nghe bài hát Get By (Remix)

[Mos

It's every day y'all (right now)
(right now)
now (good mornin', Vietnam!)

Brooklyn again
It's the Stuy, it's the Bush, dem again
Ta' Kweli, Mighty Def, and S Dot on the slot
Kanye, you're the dope man in hip hop, now let's
Now roll out niggaz, my niggaz
I get it good in hood so slow down niggaz
Watch the though, mind the pedal and ease off
A street talk a collision course with these walls - bam!
They move, don't brake, don't lose, don't sleep
Light passin', light fashion, life that fast, party done
Black hands up and
Black up in fear
Dyin' wish is to the air
heaven that wasn't here
Eyes will not see another
It's day
It's the same
round, sound the bell
Mix it up as if you're where you live it up the
And get up you're knocked down get back and get it up
Get off of queer and get with us
And get where we did it
the heart, from the people
From the top, the jeep
From the gutter, the street
my soul to the mic to the essence
So in my absence you the presence, exactly
I make contact for the emcee
Me and we don't just get by
We get and that's ready [Mos -- nigga]

to get by
Nigga I sold coke, I pushed lah
Carried a
I was ready to die
Promised to cry
Held it all
was too much to take so I
Kept my fried
Slept for of mine
Soon as I my eyes
Then I woke up
Thinking either I up these nines
Or blow up rhymes
cause this flow of is like blow up but lines of coca
And your folks think Hov' just stuff to rhyme
Nah, I'm a poster for what happened seein your
Doin five dollars worth to work to get a dime
So my disposition
Why should I listen to a system that never to me?
Picture me McDonald's
I'd rather a mac on you
Ms. Jackson but I'm packin

[Kanye
It's on I'm packin weight like Simone piano flow
It's a Michelangelo painted a portrait of Maya Angelou
And it to a sick poet for the antidote
If music gets you up this is the tree and the rope
is Chi [Chicago) nigga, I'm mister all of that.
Fuck a map, put this bitch on the almanac.
Dice what they hittin' for, what you sittin' on
Tracks who you spittin on, rap we get it on
And don't let nobody the power to sign
tell you you ain't got the power to rhyme
They used to tell me up
Put some in your voice
They used to tell me up
Put some Mase in your
Lord willin' I killt nobody
But I have a feelin' album
That I'm make a killin'
Or not a
This is love it or hate it
But, at least we it music
And we make it industry
is gon' be interesting
This'll be the end of me or I'm finna be an
Kanye, Jay-Z, Mos Def, and
We are not makin' no more
We're makin'

singers]
This I woke up
brand new, I jumped up
Feelin my highs and my
In my soul, and my
Just to smoking and stop drinkin
But I been thinkin I got my
Just to get (by), to get (by)
to get (by), just to get (by)

[background repeat in the background]
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bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah

Kweli]
Just to get by, to get by
to get by, just to get by

[background
bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah
Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah

Kweli]
Just to get by, to get by
to get by

We keep it gangsta, saying 'fo shizzle', 'fo
Desensitized to the violence on TV the war
Killin each other is easy as whore and for fallen niggaz Believe
me, it's ghetto seen it all befo'
to get by, my people we get fly
My people we get high, cigars with the lah
Nigga come on, even Jesus was before receivin' the throne
I send a in peace to Nina Simone

Rhymes]
Back in the days we was used to doin the
I call it all in the streets
We hustle and fiends would ask for it
I I was used to just standin on corners
Waitin for bags with bundles of crack
Hopin the week was good so I could get money
To get by, to get by, just to get by, just to get by
When I was stressed I a side of my strength
That me angry and bleed
With the frustration me smokin Newports and weed
To get by, just to get by, just to get by, to get by
be the times when I try to rely
On my and street motherfuckers
And reach out to wifey and then I place a on my mother
To get by, just to get by, to get by, just to get by
(Hey yo mom pick up the phone, I g- I gotta to to you ma)
If you was five percent of actin stupid and guessin
You had to go and your lessons
And your math in the building recession to get by

Talib Kweli + background singers]
This morning I up
brand new, I jumped up
Feelin my and my lows
In my soul, and my
Just to stop smoking and stop
But I been thinkin I got my
to get (by), just to get (by)
Just to get (by), to get (get buh buh buh bye bye)

singers repeat in the background]
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bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah

Kweli]
Some cry
Some try just to get by
For a of the pie
You to eat and be high
We and we lie
And we it fly - yo yo yo yo yo
When people
a disguise
Can't see eyes
See the inside
The best people you
or feeble in mind
I stay the signs
yo