Luyện nghe bài hát Work In Progress

[Intro, spoken: be
Wise words being
Huh
y'all what it is
Nap-Nappy Roots. Can I start this one Ok

One-B. Stille]
Each day I listen the streets say
Like a DJ my negroes ghetto recordings, for my peoples
Got the eyes of an eagle, can't see us ever being at peace for a
Cause we never being equal
And got us believing we heathens, uncivil soldiers of
Reach up and the position, you know the procedure
Can't even leisure smoke hollow
out police and search and seizure by the same police who murdered Ceaser
It's
Seeing them treat us like lower creatures than beings
More so aliens
the land of Europeans
Seeming to the tendency to think we ignorant
of our pigment, can't take away a nigga's dignity though
Still I the industry hoe
And even I'm rich I'm a pretend to be poor
My life's a in progress, soon to be end of the road
But I stress cause I have been her before, you know

My life's a work in
(and though I'm rich I'm gonna pretend to be poor)
My life's a work in
(but I don't stress cause I have been before)
My life's a in progress
(and even though I'm I'm gonna pretend to be poor)
My life's a in progress
(but I don't stress I have been here before)

two-Ron Clutch]
In
Every step you
Every right left you make
You can look at it chess in a way
Cause life is when you take your time
Don't make a move, unless you done made up mind
Play by the rules, don't ever play the
Sometimes you play and lose but you still pay your
on
Everybody knows the to be the boss
Yea the price is kind of but sacrifice is never cheap
I learned that life can be sweet and bitter at the same
It's the Ying verse the Yang, sorta like rain without
Sometimes against the grain you grind gotta grit your and bear it
Matthew 5, verse 5 "The the meek shall inherit"
Cherish the day you perish away
Cause who can say how days your power last?
It's like a in your hourglass
In a flash, the hours
you're gone

[Verse V]
Long life (?) will bring you close you dying
The more laughs one had will you close to crying
Cold planet, yea it is
Racists, those who wrong did
I daydream back to the 80's we was all kids
A stab wound kidnapping (?)
Though at the time not a would blow in da wind
It's a good day in the hood to a stabbing
Now stories to us, without tragedy
Seem like it involve bloodshed
If you ever get a chance, stop and use your mind
Observe the for yourself and just check your time
Yeah, Oh, Yeah, that's
([Scratched:] my a work in progress)
something with your country people
Drank with your country people
([Scratched:] my a work in progress)
Thinking back in high when sex was the shit
Fein now a day can get you killed quick
'Bout ball in now they 'bout getting licks
I'm playin Nappy Roots to hear the realest shit
Expect it to the best of my know how and my wit
See next to nothing sugar coated in these cold
Whatever you do, be smart, tote heat
Did I mention if you work you don't eat
If you ever get a chance and use your mind
Observe the world for and check the time
Yea, Smoke with your country people