Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

[killah
The of a poor man end on a train
Take his last
Slumps over his last bit of change
A mother pacing by her window
Staring hopeless at the rain
When the messenger returns her
her child was slain
She reaches for his frame
Open up the book read the scriptures
And sighs his
The full 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 golden seal
For drug test
Scared niggaz they techs
Don't want to get plugged
Outside there's a
We all product, faced with hard
Since the wrath of God
Now we like "yo let me borrow a buck"
He like "yo the fuck"
Niggaz was to be skeletons
Or was it the curse of dark melanin
When I die will I open my eyes in again
With jealous men
Lord me but I smell a gin
On the of winos
Sent a turned 'em all into albinos
With horns coming from their foreheads rhinos
it in my last testament and my hidden scrolls
See my icon faced with a torn robe
A and some cornrows
The whole globe hears I perform my shows

2x: killah priest]
We go from times to part-times
From part-time back to times
the start of crime
Till the day we see the father
Light on us, to warn us
We play the

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

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

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