Luyện nghe bài hát 40 Acres

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

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

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

Unpolished,
have broke a heart 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 question is did you enjoy the with him
(Yughh!) I'll probably never pull you out, bitch
You know this money grew your hair out,
All that shit I you wear out
Rich, and I'm the only one I care
Place none above me, God don't ugly
me or love me, only he can judge me
Unpolished,
Big with the blow, niggas, I am legend
School of hard knock, I
Selling hard rock, fuck who I
I was a goner, by karma
Called him tar baby now transcending genres
The 911 came with the ass
A toothless crackhead was the
The of the key to that padlock
I'm Jordan vs for the last shot
I all mine, reparations
We growin' poppy on my 40 acres, Push!

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