Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

[killah
The of a poor man end on a train
Take his breath
Slumps over his last bit of change
A mother pacing by her pane
Staring hopeless at the gentle
When the messenger telling her
her child was slain
She reaches for his frame
Open up the good read the scriptures
And sighs his
The skies of flames
are gothic
Twelve niggaz lay dead in of their projects
Reminding d's of a mob hit
Bitches gossip, about they men targets, or suspects
Niggaz in the lab taking seal
For tomorrows drug
niggaz hugging they techs
Don't want to get next
Outside a bloodfeast
We all product, faced with hard
Since the of God struck
Now we like "yo tone let me a buck"
He "yo what the fuck"
Niggaz was to be skeletons
Or was it the of this dark melanin
When I die will I open my eyes in again
these jealous men
Lord forgive me but I a gin
On the of winos
a plaque turned 'em all into albinos
With horns from their foreheads like rhinos
Read it in my testament and my hidden scrolls
See my straight faced with a torn robe
A beard and some
The whole globe hears when I my shows

2x: killah priest]
We go hard times to part-times
From back to hard times
That's the start of
Till the day we see the father
on us, trying to warn us
We play the

[killah
I visit
Where dons buried
the bench with teary eyes
Tryin to con the
Christ said those of you without sin, the first stone
Those of you without ends, blast the chrome
Is it the prophecies of
That drove us to poverty?
Trapped with starvin
for sovereignty
Cold nights make the freeze
Blood my wallabies
Raining
Here's a dollar for the
We worship weed idolatry
Silly bitches with conniving
Sticking and folks
understand what it's like to be a black man in court
Niggaz up all night
Complaining their handcuffs are too tight
Kicking on the cell till cut out the lights
like a curse
Walk besides white they start holding they purse
I just ask you for the time
What you got some of the indians turf
The beauty once flowed from the nile
Like the moses
The hand that writes is a good as the hand that the plow

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

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