Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

[killah
The of a poor man end on a train
his last breath
Slumps over drops his bit of change
A mother pacing by her pane
Staring at the gentle rain
the messenger returns telling her
That her child was
She reaches for his picture
Open up the good read the scriptures
And his name
The skies full of
are gothic
Twelve niggaz lay dead in of their projects
Reminding d's of a mob hit
Bitches gossip, about men being targets, or suspects
Niggaz in the lab taking seal
For tomorrows test
niggaz hugging they techs
Don't want to get next
there's a bloodfeast
We all product, faced with hard
Since the wrath of God
Now we "yo tone let me borrow a buck"
He like "yo the fuck"
Niggaz was born to be
Or was it the curse of this melanin
When I die will I my eyes in hell again
these jealous men
Lord forgive me but I a gin
On the lips of
a plaque turned 'em all into albinos
With horns coming from their foreheads rhinos
Read it in my last and my hidden scrolls
See my icon straight faced a torn robe
A beard and cornrows
The whole globe hears when I perform my

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We go hard times to part-times
From part-time back to hard
That's the of crime
the day we see the father shine
Light on us, trying to us
We play the

[killah
I visit
Where dons buried
Approached the with teary eyes
Tryin to con the
Christ said those of you without sin, cast the first
Those of you without ends, the first chrome
Is it the prophecies of
That drove us to this
with starvin seeds
Fightin for
nights make the toddler freeze
Blood over my
Raining
Here's a dollar for the
We worship weed like
Silly bitches with conniving
knives and folks
Don't what it's like to be a black man in court
Niggaz up screamin all
Complaining their handcuffs are too tight
Kicking on the cell they cut out the lights
It's like a
Walk besides white women they start they purse
I ask you for the time bitch
you got anyway? some of the indians turf
The beauty once flowed from the nile
Like the moses
The that writes is a good as the hand that holds the plow

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

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