Luyện nghe bài hát Another Statistic

statistic, nah
Uh I just wanna live in cubicle, far away from Lucifer
Not a slave, gold chains the mula' much
see me crucified, police are the crucifers
Shoot us up and dig a ditch, ain't nothin' new to us
Murders happen every day, kids on their way
Dyin' before they're 21, bullets had a name
God bless Martin I'm in my hoodie
innocent young brother who met a bully
Man this world is fucked up
times, tough luck
Section 80, food stamps, jobs hired us
I'm just tryna' my wishlist

Don't wanna be another
(No what obstacles come our way)
(No how much they're trying to keep us down)
(Nothing should us from being victorious)
(We fight)
wanna be another statistic
(We never give up)
(We never give in)
(We take it to the mountain top)
(Nobody could us down, I say nobody)
Don't be another statistic
statistic, my, uh

Martin King had a dream and my niggas do too
Emmett Till beat and killed and gouged like a fruit
Reason why them youngin's as a youth
And fuck the 'cause they trying to disguise truth
I send my out to mankind
Not enough graduations but too many
Pay as a parent gotta peep the signs
like a book is corny so they keep a nine
Lord bless em' got me stressin' while I'm mine
See in the hood people think you won't amount to
Funny, I made a million out of 10 (Word)
Don't wanna be another (Preach)

(We to be a product of our environment)
(We to be stepped on)
(We gotta stand for something, or fall for anything)
(Stand up!) wanna be another statistic
(Whats all the we been through its now)
(It's we stand as one)
(Stand up for one another, we not lose!)
wanna be another statistic
Another

Uh, niggas murdered with burners few in the sternum
Jot it in my why killers are so determined
I keep on preachin' defeat the demons in every
Just watch the that meet and greet ya' some aren't worthy
Some friends aren't friends, they dirty need detergent
So many tragedies around the world, I'm praying
I'm just trying to become a blessing and serve a
Nobody's perfect, I'm still just have mercy
we killing our own people
Boston Massachusetts bombed by thrill seekers
just so tragic, many perished I could barely witness
Don't be another statistic (pray)

(From the of the streets)
(To the of the ghetto)
(Owe us our cries)
(Hear our cry!)
Don't wanna be another
(The pain, the hunger the struggle, will never go
(We are future, the strength, the of the nation)
Don't wanna be another
statistic
Don't be another statistic