Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

priest]
The prophecies of a man end on a train
Take his breath
Slumps over drops his last bit of
A pacing by her window pane
hopeless at the gentle rain
When the messenger returns her
That her was slain
She for his picture frame
Open up the good book the scriptures
And his name
The skies full of
Streets are
Twelve niggaz lay in front of their projects
d's of a classic mob hit
Bitches gossip, about men being targets, or suspects
Niggaz in the lab golden seal
For tomorrows drug
niggaz hugging they techs
Don't want to get plugged
Outside a bloodfeast
We all product, faced with luck
the wrath of God struck
Now we like "yo 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 will I open my eyes in again
With jealous men
forgive me but I smell a gin
On the lips of
Sent a plaque turned 'em all into
With horns coming from their like rhinos
Read it in my last testament and my scrolls
See my icon straight faced a torn robe
A and some cornrows
The whole globe hears when I my shows

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

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

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

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