Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Don't Seem So Wrong

[** feat. Fiasco:]

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

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

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