Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

[killah
The prophecies of a poor man end on a
his last breath
Slumps over drops his bit of change
A pacing by her window pane
Staring hopeless at the gentle
When the returns telling her
her child was slain
She for his picture frame
Open up the good book the scriptures
And sighs his
The skies of flames
Streets are
niggaz lay dead in front of their projects
Reminding d's of a mob hit
Bitches gossip, they men being targets, or suspects
Niggaz in the lab taking golden
For tomorrows drug
Scared niggaz they techs
Don't want to get next
Outside a bloodfeast
We all product, with hard luck
Since the of God struck
Now we "yo tone let me borrow a buck"
He "yo what the fuck"
Niggaz was born to be
Or was it the curse of this dark
When I die I open my eyes in hell again
With jealous men
forgive me but I smell a gin
On the lips of
Sent a plaque 'em all into albinos
With coming from their foreheads like rhinos
Read it in my last testament and my scrolls
See my icon straight with a torn robe
A beard and some
The whole hears when I perform my shows

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We go from hard times to
From part-time back to hard
the start of crime
Till the day we see the father
Light on us, to warn us
We the corners

[killah
I monasteries
Where dons were
Approached the bench with teary
to con the jury
Christ said those of you sin, cast the first stone
Those of you ends, blast the first chrome
Is it the prophecies of
That drove us to this
Trapped starvin seeds
Fightin for
Cold make the toddler freeze
over my wallabies
Raining
a dollar for the trees
We worship like idolatry
Silly bitches conniving thoughts
Sticking and folks
Don't understand it's like to be a black man in court
up screamin all night
Complaining that handcuffs are too tight
Kicking on the cell till cut out the lights
It's like a
Walk besides white women start holding they purse
I ask you for the time bitch
What you got anyway? some of the indians
The beauty that once flowed the nile
Like the child
The hand that writes is a good as the hand that the plow

[killah
Some say the spirit of a dead angel within me
in my eyes, they're empty
Poverty stricken beaten the rod ol envy
Lurking the shadows of death
my wings, saw the image of a beast
Ram, dragon and queen, the bragging of kings
Whose laughter was as as a scorpion sting?
in the ring with idiots so many cliques
Letting out clips
A dead lady combing the hair of a bastard
I spit graphic shit you ain't hear of it
my fucked up marriages
To dealing miscarriages
From drinking savages
Driving
I'm here to meet the man from nazareth
Where's the pastor? me where that chapter is

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