Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

[killah
The prophecies of a man end on a train
Take his breath
Slumps drops his last bit of change
A pacing by her window 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 sighs his
The skies full of
Streets are
Twelve lay dead 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 test
Scared niggaz they techs
Don't want to get plugged
Outside a bloodfeast
We all product, faced with luck
Since the wrath of God
Now we "yo tone let me borrow a buck"
He "yo what the fuck"
Niggaz was born to be
Or was it the curse of 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
Sent a plaque turned 'em all albinos
With horns coming from their foreheads rhinos
Read it in my testament and my hidden scrolls
See my icon straight faced a torn robe
A beard and some
The whole hears when I perform my shows

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

priest]
I monasteries
dons were buried
Approached the with teary eyes
to con the jury
Christ those of you without sin, cast the first stone
Those of you without ends, the first chrome
Is it the of deuteronomy
That us to this poverty?
Trapped with starvin
for sovereignty
Cold nights the toddler freeze
Blood over my
Raining
Here's a dollar for the
We weed like idolatry
Silly with conniving thoughts
Sticking and folks
Don't understand what it's like to be a black man in
Niggaz up all night
Complaining that handcuffs are too tight
Kicking on the cell they cut out the lights
It's like a
Walk white women they start holding they purse
I just ask you for the time
What you got anyway? some of the turf
The beauty that once flowed the nile
the moses child
The hand that writes is a 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 stricken beaten the rod ol envy
Lurking through the shadows of
Dragging my wings, saw the image of a
Ram, dragon and queen, the bragging of kings
laughter was as bitter as a scorpion sting?
Forced in the ring with so many cliques
out automatic clips
A dead lady combing the of a bastard bitch
I spit graphic shit you ain't hear of it
my fucked up marriages
To with miscarriages
From drinking savages
Driving
I'm here to meet the man from nazareth
Where's the pastor? show me where chapter is

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