Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

[killah
The of a poor man end on a train
Take his last
Slumps drops his last bit of change
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
up the good book read the scriptures
And his name
The skies of flames
Streets are
Twelve niggaz lay dead in front of their
d's of a classic mob hit
Bitches gossip, about men being targets, or suspects
Niggaz in the lab taking seal
For tomorrows test
Scared hugging they techs
Don't want to get plugged
Outside a bloodfeast
We all product, with hard luck
Since the of God struck
Now we like "yo tone let me a buck"
He like "yo the fuck"
was born to be skeletons
Or was it the of this 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 turned 'em all into albinos
With horns coming from their foreheads like
Read it in my last testament and my hidden
See my icon straight faced with a robe
A and some cornrows
The whole globe hears I perform my shows

[chorus 2x: priest]
We go from times to part-times
From back to hard times
That's the of crime
the day we see the father shine
Light on us, trying to us
We the corners

priest]
I visit
Where dons buried
Approached the with teary eyes
Tryin to con the
Christ said those of you without sin, cast the stone
Those of you ends, blast the first chrome
Is it the prophecies of
That drove us to this
Trapped with seeds
Fightin for
Cold nights the toddler freeze
Blood my wallabies
Raining
Here's a dollar for the
We worship weed idolatry
Silly bitches conniving thoughts
knives and folks
Don't understand what like to be a black man in court
up screamin all night
Complaining that handcuffs are too tight
Kicking on the cell till they cut out the
It's a curse
Walk besides white they start holding they purse
I just ask you for the bitch
you got anyway? some of the indians turf
The beauty that once flowed from the
the moses child
The that writes is a good as the hand that holds the plow

[killah
Some say the of a dead angel lies within me
in my eyes, they're empty
Poverty stricken beaten the rod ol envy
Lurking the shadows of death
Dragging my wings, saw the of a beast
Ram, dragon and queen, heard the bragging of
Whose laughter was as bitter as a scorpion
in the ring with idiots so many cliques
Letting out automatic
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
Driving
I'm here today to meet the man nazareth
Where's the pastor? me where that chapter is

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