Luyện nghe bài hát Bars Of Pain

Uh, yea, eh
You me?
This straight from my 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 ya head up yo, just keep going,
For real,
Uh, yea, uh, yeah!

1

Straight out the burning flames, da name,
Only eight my life got merged with pain,
Still searching for the to change,
Mama me not to curse in vain,
the words you're saying,
Life's a bitch, Ask Cobain,
Lil homie cut his wrist till da came,
Strange!
Don't be foolish, my pain through my music,
You da why I do this,
Shine for da meek, for da streets,
Getting as we speak,
still stressed, she cry in her sleep, uh!
Jamaican,
Hardship my nation,
So I hitch a to America, Dipping immigration,
Hustled on da slave to see us all make it,
Latin with 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 bars of pain, scars remain,
Now I'm free from ya and chains,
So I ball, this for change,
hard in the pouring rain,
Da drive da poor insane,
I'm so fly, so high a soaring plane,
kids got hopes for fame,
Keep ya head up, get ya up... Keep focus man,
Yea, uh, yeah.

2

My flow so sent,
so eloquent,
Cry president,
is my regiment,
Been through the pain, my are my evidence,
Flossing in the Range, da balling ends,
Reminiscing bout my days,
Five years on da block struggling all day,
Sold weed in da way,
Mom got furious,
Da got me curious,
Me and Zala making rounds, nobody fool wit us,
Do like a soldier,
da dirt off my shoulders,
Got my holster while my composure,
Gon till it's over,
to Zala, word 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,
Send to my mother,
Cuz da could 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 bars of pain, only remain,
Now I'm free ya bars and chains,
So I ball, this 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 head up, get ya bread up... Keep 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 with four ho's 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 streets powerful minds,
me go for mines,
My in a rap form,
Nas da platform,
I'm thankful, wanna rap for him, clap for him,
I'm here to flow for for dem hustlas, hope to da babies,
Take da dough da greedy, give da dough to da ladies,
Be ya I promise,
On da block is you find us,
beat is so timeless,
Yo Todd, where you find
Got me supersonic,
puff on da chronic,
Till that done vanish,
Now I'm astonished,
I stand it,
Why dem niggaz from da hood don't value family,
Now da is in panic.

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 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.