Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Don't Seem So Wrong

[** feat. Fiasco:]

Ain't no to bitch about it*
Cause you all what's gone wrong.
Late at night, you're in your bed,
The Bad Don't So Wrong.
[Verse 1: ~Lupe
Tryin' to justify the violence, in silence.
Dress it up in fancy clothes. Wash it down diamonds.
Drown it out with music. Act like they don't 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 sleep at
things will never change
Wake up in the mornin and you kinda strange.
Don't last night, so you back at it again.
Turn back up music. Put back on your chains.
Fasten on your watch and slide on all rings.
Put on your glasses that block out all the pain.
Hit yo niggas on the phone, and tell em it's on.
Tell em that on.

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

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