Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

[killah
The prophecies of a poor man end on a
his last breath
Slumps over his last bit of change
A mother by her window pane
Staring at the gentle rain
When the messenger telling her
That her child was
She reaches for his picture
Open up the good book the scriptures
And sighs his
The full of flames
Streets are
Twelve niggaz lay dead in front of their
Reminding d's of a mob hit
gossip, about they men being targets, or suspects
Niggaz in the lab taking seal
For tomorrows test
niggaz hugging they techs
Don't want to get plugged
Outside there's a
We all product, faced with hard
Since the of God struck
Now we like "yo let me borrow a buck"
He like "yo the fuck"
was born to be skeletons
Or was it the of this dark melanin
When I die I open my eyes in hell again
With 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 last and my hidden scrolls
See my icon straight faced with a torn
A beard and cornrows
The whole globe hears when I perform my

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We go from times to part-times
part-time back to hard times
That's the of crime
Till the day we see the father
on us, trying to warn us
We the corners

[killah
I visit
Where dons were
the bench with teary eyes
Tryin to con the
Christ those of you without sin, cast the first stone
Those of you ends, blast the first chrome
Is it the of deuteronomy
drove us to this poverty?
Trapped with starvin
Fightin for
nights make the toddler freeze
Blood my wallabies
mahogany
Here's a for the trees
We worship weed like
Silly bitches conniving thoughts
Sticking and folks
Don't understand what it's to be a black man in court
up screamin all night
Complaining their handcuffs are too tight
Kicking on the cell they cut out the lights
It's a curse
Walk besides white women they start holding they
I just ask you for the time
What you got anyway? some of the turf
The beauty that flowed from the nile
the moses child
The hand that 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, empty
stricken beaten with the rod ol envy
Lurking through the shadows of
my wings, saw the image of a beast
Ram, dragon and queen, heard the bragging of
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 bitch
I spit graphic shit you ain't half of it
From my up marriages
To dealing miscarriages
From drinking with
hazardous
I'm here to meet the man from nazareth
Where's the pastor? show me where that is

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