Luyện nghe bài hát Bars Of Pain

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

1

Straight out the burning flames, da name,
Only eight when my got merged with pain,
Still searching for the to change,
Mama 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, 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 to America, Dipping immigration,
Hustled on da ship to see us all make it,
chicks with cute faces, saw em all naked, uh!
When I die there's no nor hell, dead is dead,
So get ya bread, and stress ya head.

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

2

My so heaven sent,
so eloquent,
Cry president,
is my regiment,
Been the pain, my scars are my evidence,
Flossing in the Range, da balling ends,
bout my past days,
Five years on da block struggling all day,
Sold in da hall 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 gaining my composure,
Gon ride till over,
to Zala, word to Jennings, word to Craig, word to Nico,
Dem cops wanna stick us, wanna us,
Ya'll my niggaz and I love you my brother,
flowers to my mother,
Cuz da could 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 bars of pain, only remain,
Now I'm from 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 high like a 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 four in it,
it down cuz there's no limit, no gimmicks,
My in it,
Every day I a write a rhyme,
Look how I 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 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 you find us,
This is so timeless,
Yo Todd, you find this?
Got me supersonic,
puff on da chronic,
Till spliff done vanish,
Now I'm astonished,
I can't it,
Why dem niggaz da hood don't value their family,
Now da is in panic.

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 kids got for fame,
Keep ya head up, get ya bread up... Keep man,
Yea, for real.