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 pacing by her window pane
Staring hopeless at the rain
When the messenger telling her
That her was slain
She reaches for his frame
Open up the good book read the
And sighs his
The full of flames
Streets are
Twelve niggaz lay dead in front of projects
d's of a classic mob hit
Bitches gossip, they men being targets, or suspects
Niggaz in the lab golden seal
For tomorrows drug
Scared niggaz they techs
Don't want to get next
there's a bloodfeast
We all product, with hard luck
the wrath 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 curse of dark melanin
When I die will I my eyes in hell again
With these 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
it in my last testament and my hidden scrolls
See my icon straight faced a torn robe
A and some cornrows
The whole globe hears when I perform my

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

[killah
I visit
Where dons were
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 of deuteronomy
That us to this poverty?
with starvin seeds
Fightin for
Cold make the toddler freeze
Blood over my
Raining
a dollar for the trees
We worship weed like
Silly bitches with thoughts
Sticking and folks
Don't understand what it's like to be a man in court
up screamin all night
Complaining their handcuffs are too tight
on the cell till they cut out the lights
It's like a
Walk besides white women they start holding they
I just ask you for the time
What you got some of the indians turf
The beauty that once flowed from the
Like the moses
The hand that is a good as the hand that holds the plow

[killah
Some say the spirit of a dead angel lies me
in my eyes, they're empty
Poverty beaten with the rod ol envy
through the shadows of death
Dragging my wings, saw the of a beast
Ram, dragon and queen, heard the of kings
Whose laughter was as bitter as a scorpion
Forced in the ring with so many cliques
Letting out automatic
A dead lady combing the hair of a bastard
I spit shit you ain't hear half of it
my fucked up marriages
To with miscarriages
From drinking with
hazardous
I'm today to meet the man from nazareth
the pastor? show me where that chapter is

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