Luyện nghe bài hát Bars Of Pain

Uh, yea, eh
You me?
This from my heart homie!
Cry all day,
For real, you know,
can be such a burden, every day struggling,
If you're through it, this one is for you,
Don't give up, gotta ya head up yo, just keep going,
For real,
Uh, yea, uh, yeah!

1

Straight out the flames, Lifestyle da name,
Only when my life got merged with pain,
Still for the urge to change,
told me not to curse in vain,
Watch the you're saying,
a bitch, Ask Kurt Cobain,
Lil homie cut his wrist da nurses came,
Strange!
Don't be foolish, feel my pain my music,
You da why I do this,
for da meek, Ride for da streets,
Getting as we speak,
still stressed, she cry in her sleep, uh!
Jamaican,
Hardship my nation,
So I hitch a ride to America, immigration,
on da slave ship to see us all make it,
Latin chicks cute faces, saw em all naked, uh!
I die there's no heaven nor hell, dead is dead,
So get ya bread, and don't ya head.

Listen to my of pain, only scars remain,
Now I'm free ya bars and chains,
So I ball, calls for change,
hard in the pouring rain,
Da drive da poor insane,
I'm so fly, so high like a plane,
kids got hopes for fame,
Keep ya up, get ya bread up... Keep focus man,
Yea, uh, yeah.

2

My so heaven sent,
so eloquent,
Cry president,
is my regiment,
Been through the pain, my are my evidence,
Flossing in the Range, da never ends,
Reminiscing bout my days,
Five years back on da struggling all day,
weed in da hall way,
Mom got furious,
Da got me curious,
Me and making rounds, can't nobody fool wit us,
Do like a soldier,
da dirt off my shoulders,
Got my while gaining my composure,
Gon till it's over,
Word to Zala, word to Jennings, to Craig, word to Nico,
Dem cops wanna stick us, wanna us,
Ya'll my and I love you like my brother,
flowers to my mother,
Cuz da streets have had us when times are the saddest,
I'm so stellar, so clever,
I'm far ya average rapper, I'm so better.

Listen to my of pain, only scars remain,
Now I'm free ya bars and chains,
So I ball, this for change,
hard in the pouring rain,
Da struggle drive da insane,
I'm so fly, so like a soaring plane,
Ghetto kids got for fame,
Keep ya head up, get ya bread up... focus man,
Yea, uh, yeah.

3

So real, so timid,
to be made, I'm so in it,
Success... I'm in it,
I'm so finish,
Hop in da Benz four ho's in it,
Holding it cuz there's no limit, no gimmicks,
My in it,
Every day I a write a rhyme,
Look how I da times,
Da streets need minds,
me go for mines,
My in a rap form,
Nas da platform,
I'm thankful, just wanna rap for him, for him,
I'm to flow for for dem hustlas, give hope to da babies,
da dough from da greedy, give da dough to da ladies,
Be ya I promise,
On da is where you find us,
This is so timeless,
Yo Todd, where you this?
Got me supersonic,
puff on da chronic,
Till spliff done vanish,
Now I'm astonished,
I can't it,
Why dem from da hood don't value their family,
Now da is in panic.

Listen to my bars of pain, scars remain,
Now I'm free ya bars and chains,
So I ball, calls for change,
Hustled in the pouring rain,
Da struggle drive da insane,
I'm so fly, so like a soaring plane,
kids got hopes for fame,
Keep ya head up, get ya up... Keep focus man,
Yea, for real.