Luyện nghe bài hát Another Statistic

statistic, nah
Uh I just wanna in Gods cubicle, far away from Lucifer
Not a slave, gold chains the mula' much
Rather see me crucified, are the crucifers
us up and dig a ditch, this ain't nothin' new to us
Murders happen every day, on their merry way
before they're 21, bullets never had a name
God bless Martin I'm in my hoodie
Another innocent young who met a bully
Man this world is fucked up
Hard times, tough
Section 80, stamps, jobs never hired us
I'm just tryna' fulfill my

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

Martin Luther had a dream and my niggas do too
While Emmett Till beat and killed and gouged a fruit
Reason why them youngin's as a youth
And fuck the 'cause they trying to disguise truth
I my prayers out to mankind
Not enough graduations but too crimes
Pay as a parent gotta peep the signs
Feeling like a is corny so they keep a nine
Lord bless em' got me stressin' while I'm raising
See in the hood people think you amount to nothing
Funny, I a million out of 10 cents (Word)
Don't be another statistic (Preach)

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

Uh, niggas getting with burners few in the sternum
Jot it in my why killers are so determined
I keep on preachin' defeat the demons in sermon
Just watch the people that meet and greet ya' some 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 a purpose
Nobody's perfect, I'm still just have mercy
we killing our own people
Boston bombed by some thrill seekers
It's just so tragic, many perished I could barely
Don't wanna be another (pray)

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