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 such a burden, day struggling,
If going through it, this one is for you,
Don't give up, gotta keep ya up yo, just keep going,
For real,
Uh, yea, uh, yeah!

1

Straight out the flames, Lifestyle da name,
eight when my life got merged with pain,
Still for the urge to change,
Mama told me not to in vain,
Watch the words saying,
a bitch, Ask Kurt Cobain,
Lil homie cut his wrist da nurses came,
Strange!
Don't be foolish, feel my through 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 hitch a ride to America, immigration,
Hustled on da slave ship to see us all it,
Latin with cute faces, saw em all naked, uh!
When I die there's no 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 struggle drive da insane,
I'm so fly, so high a soaring plane,
kids got hopes for fame,
Keep ya head up, get ya bread up... Keep man,
Yea, uh, yeah.

2

My flow so sent,
so eloquent,
Cry president,
is my regiment,
Been through the pain, my are my evidence,
in the Range, da balling never ends,
Reminiscing bout my days,
Five back on da block 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 business a soldier,
Whipe da off my shoulders,
Got my holster while my composure,
Gon till it's over,
Word to Zala, word to Jennings, word to Craig, 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 could have had us when 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 from ya and chains,
So I ball, this for change,
Hustled in the pouring rain,
Da struggle 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.

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 for for dem hustlas, give hope to da babies,
Take da dough from da greedy, da dough to da ladies,
Be ya I promise,
On da is where you find us,
beat is so timeless,
Yo Todd, you find this?
Got me supersonic,
Gotta on da chronic,
Till that spliff vanish,
Now I'm astonished,
I stand it,
Why dem niggaz from da don't value their family,
Now da is in panic.

Listen to my of pain, only scars remain,
Now I'm from 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 high a soaring plane,
Ghetto kids got for fame,
Keep ya head up, get ya up... Keep focus man,
Yea, for real.