Luyện nghe bài hát Bars Of Pain

Uh, yea, eh
You me?
This straight my heart homie!
Cry all day,
For real, you know,
can be such a burden, every day struggling,
If you're through it, this one is for you,
Don't up, gotta keep ya head up yo, just keep going,
For real,
Uh, yea, uh, yeah!

1

Straight out the flames, Lifestyle da name,
Only eight when my life got merged pain,
Still searching for the to change,
told me not to curse in vain,
Watch the words saying,
Life's a bitch, Ask Cobain,
Lil homie cut his wrist till da 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 to America, Dipping immigration,
on da slave ship to see us all make 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 of pain, only scars remain,
Now I'm from ya bars and chains,
So I ball, calls for change,
Hustled hard in the rain,
Da struggle drive da 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.

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 never ends,
bout my past days,
Five years back on da block all day,
weed in da hall way,
Mom got furious,
Da got me curious,
Me and Zala making rounds, can't fool wit us,
Do like a soldier,
da dirt off my shoulders,
Got my holster while my composure,
Gon ride till 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,
Send to my mother,
Cuz da streets could have had us 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, scars remain,
Now I'm free ya bars and chains,
So I ball, this for change,
Hustled hard in the rain,
Da struggle da poor insane,
I'm so fly, so like a soaring plane,
Ghetto kids got 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 Benz with ho's in it,
Holding it down cuz no limit, no gimmicks,
My in it,
Every day I a write a rhyme,
Look how I 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 flow for for dem hustlas, hope to da babies,
Take da from 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, you find this?
Got me supersonic,
puff on da chronic,
Till spliff done 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 bars of pain, scars remain,
Now I'm free ya bars and chains,
So I ball, this for change,
Hustled hard in the rain,
Da struggle drive da insane,
I'm so fly, so high like a plane,
Ghetto got hopes for fame,
Keep ya head up, get ya bread up... Keep man,
Yea, for real.