Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

[killah
The prophecies of a man end on a train
Take his breath
Slumps over drops his bit of change
A pacing by her window pane
hopeless at the gentle rain
When the returns telling her
That her was slain
She reaches for his picture
Open up the book read the scriptures
And sighs his
The skies full of
Streets are
Twelve lay dead in front 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 tomorrows drug
Scared niggaz hugging techs
Don't want to get plugged
Outside a bloodfeast
We all product, faced hard luck
Since the wrath of God
Now we like "yo tone let me a buck"
He like "yo the fuck"
was born to be skeletons
Or was it the curse of this melanin
When I die will I open my eyes in again
these jealous men
Lord me but I smell a gin
On the lips of
Sent a plaque 'em all into albinos
With coming from their foreheads like rhinos
it in my last testament and my hidden scrolls
See my icon straight with a torn robe
A and some cornrows
The globe hears when I perform my shows

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

[killah
I monasteries
Where dons buried
Approached the bench with eyes
to con the jury
Christ those of you without sin, cast the first stone
of you without ends, blast the first chrome
Is it the of deuteronomy
That drove us to poverty?
Trapped with starvin
Fightin for
Cold make the toddler freeze
over my wallabies
Raining
Here's a for the trees
We worship weed idolatry
bitches 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 their handcuffs are too
Kicking on the cell they cut out the lights
It's like a
Walk besides white women they start holding they
I ask you for the time bitch
What you got anyway? some of the indians
The beauty that flowed from the nile
Like the child
The hand that writes is a good as the hand that the plow

[killah
say the spirit of a dead angel lies within me
Look in my eyes, empty
Poverty stricken with the rod ol envy
through the shadows of death
Dragging my wings, saw the of a beast
Ram, and queen, heard the bragging of kings
Whose was as bitter as a scorpion sting?
Forced in the ring with idiots so cliques
Letting out clips
A dead lady the hair of a bastard bitch
I spit shit you ain't hear half of it
From my fucked up
To dealing miscarriages
From drinking savages
hazardous
I'm here today to the man from nazareth
Where's the pastor? show me where chapter is

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