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 going through it, this one is for you,
Don't give up, gotta keep ya head up yo, just going,
For real,
Uh, yea, uh, yeah!

1

Straight out the flames, Lifestyle da name,
Only eight when my life got with pain,
Still searching for the to change,
Mama told me not to in vain,
Watch the words saying,
a bitch, Ask Kurt Cobain,
Lil homie cut his wrist till da 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,
Mama stressed, she cry in her sleep, uh!
Jamaican,
Hardship my nation,
So I a ride to America, Dipping immigration,
on da slave ship to see us all make it,
Latin chicks cute faces, saw em all naked, uh!
When I die no heaven nor hell, dead is dead,
So get ya bread, and don't ya head.

Listen to my bars of pain, only 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 a soaring plane,
Ghetto got hopes for fame,
Keep ya head up, get ya bread up... focus man,
Yea, uh, yeah.

2

My so heaven sent,
so eloquent,
Cry president,
is my regiment,
Been the pain, my scars are my evidence,
in the Range, da balling never ends,
Reminiscing bout my days,
Five years back on da struggling all day,
Sold weed in da way,
Mom got furious,
Da got me curious,
Me and Zala making rounds, can't nobody wit us,
Do business a soldier,
Whipe da off my shoulders,
Got my while gaining my composure,
Gon till it's over,
Word to Zala, to Jennings, word to Craig, word to Nico,
Dem cops stick us, wanna clip us,
Ya'll my and I love you like my brother,
flowers to my mother,
Cuz da streets could 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 bars of pain, only remain,
Now I'm free ya bars and chains,
So I ball, this for change,
Hustled in the pouring rain,
Da struggle da poor insane,
I'm so fly, so high a soaring plane,
Ghetto got hopes for fame,
Keep ya up, get ya bread up... Keep 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 ho's in it,
it down cuz there's no limit, no gimmicks,
My in it,
Every day I a write 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 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 block is where you us,
This is so timeless,
Yo Todd, where you find
Got me supersonic,
Gotta on da chronic,
Till that done vanish,
Now I'm astonished,
I can't it,
Why dem niggaz from da don't value their family,
Now da is in panic.

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