Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Don't Seem So Wrong

[** feat. Fiasco:]

Ain't no sense to bitch it*
Cause you all what's gone wrong.
Late at night, when in your bed,
The Bad Don't So Wrong.
1: ~Lupe Fiasco~]
Tryin' to justify the violence, in silence.
Dress it up in fancy clothes. Wash it with diamonds.
Drown it out with music. Act they don't apply to you,
Look how wobbly the rules is. You probly improve if/
You was in charge, runnin' thangs
(If) You was things would be different.
Maybe you could a difference
Or probly not and things stay the same
And you go to at night
Knowin will never change
Wake up in the mornin and you feelin strange.
Don't remember last night, so you at it again.
back up your music. Put back on your chains.
Fasten on your and slide on all your rings.
Put on your glasses that block out all the pain.
Hit yo niggas on the phone, and tell em that on.
Tell em it's on.

Ain't no sense to bitch it
Cause you all know what's wrong.
Late at night, when in your bed,
The Bad Don't So Wrong.
[Verse 2: Trae the
Destined to be a winner. Tryin to pick up where the lose.
Prayin to the Father, tryin' to out your next move.
Pain across your face and still you it like your best shoes.
But yet, you no accept it, it just might be your best news.
Nothin for granted, still you searchin for an answer.
Your fightin to be sane, your momma fightin cancer.
Father ain't around, so now you be the man, now.
Tomorrow ain't ever promised so you gotta a stand now.
Hard times to be the only thing you understand.
seein a mil, you tryin to make it to a couple grand.
Even with a grand, you gotta try to make it last.
You ridin for the fam knowin the Devil tryin' to ya crash.
You gotta hold on, homie if you knew.
Never quit, knowin doin' worse than you.

Ain't no sense to bitch it
you all know what's gone wrong.
Late at night, when you're in bed,
The Bad Don't So Wrong.
3: Trae The Truth]
You on the only to give up. Strugglin where you're heart at.
Though death is where you end up, they tell me where we start at.
Either way, you gon em remember you
Just pray you don't get stuck in homicide for interview.
You up in tears when all you wanted was a smile.
(All the while) Lookin for hope you end up as a child.
Realizin nothin to take the the pain away.
Cause if it was that numb away the feelinm
You'd pray to God to a day.
It's hard to keep it. Stand up. You're leanin on your leg.
The pressure tryin' to weigh in. You just ran out your bread.
Window of feelin like it just shut more.
They you to be thankful. Your response for em is "what for? "
It seem like everybody in a better position.
Only thing else to do is open up your ears and listen.
x3]
Ain't no to bitch about it
Cause you all what's gone wrong.
Late at night, when you're in bed,
The Bad Seem So Wrong.