Luyện nghe bài hát Bars Of Pain

Uh, yea, eh
You me?
This from my heart homie!
Cry all day,
For real, you know,
Life can be 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 burning flames, da name,
Only when my life got merged with pain,
Still for the urge to change,
Mama me not to curse in vain,
Watch the you're saying,
a bitch, Ask Kurt Cobain,
Lil homie cut his till da nurses came,
Strange!
be foolish, feel my pain through my music,
You da why I do this,
Shine for da meek, for da streets,
high as we speak,
Mama stressed, she cry in her sleep, uh!
Jamaican,
Hardship my nation,
So I hitch a ride to America, immigration,
Hustled on da slave ship to see us all it,
Latin chicks with faces, saw em all naked, uh!
When I die there's no heaven nor hell, is dead,
So get ya bread, and don't ya head.

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

2

My flow so sent,
so eloquent,
Cry president,
is my regiment,
Been the pain, my scars are my evidence,
Flossing in the Range, da balling ends,
Reminiscing bout my days,
Five back on da block struggling all day,
Sold weed in da way,
Mom got furious,
Da got me curious,
Me and making rounds, can't nobody fool wit us,
Do business a soldier,
Whipe da off my shoulders,
Got my holster while my composure,
Gon ride it's over,
Word to Zala, to Jennings, word to Craig, word to Nico,
Dem cops wanna stick us, clip 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 from ya rapper, I'm so better.

Listen to my of pain, only scars remain,
Now I'm free from ya and chains,
So I ball, calls for change,
Hustled in the pouring rain,
Da drive da poor insane,
I'm so fly, so high a soaring plane,
Ghetto got hopes 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 with four in it,
Holding it cuz there's no limit, no gimmicks,
My in it,
Every day I write a a rhyme,
how I survived da times,
Da need powerful minds,
me go for mines,
My in a rap form,
Nas da platform,
I'm thankful, just rap for him, clap for him,
I'm here to for for dem hustlas, give hope to da babies,
Take da dough from da greedy, give da to da ladies,
Be ya I promise,
On da block is you find us,
This is so timeless,
Yo Todd, where you this?
Got me supersonic,
Gotta on da chronic,
that spliff done vanish,
Now I'm astonished,
I stand it,
Why dem from da hood don't value their family,
Now da is in panic.

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