Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

[killah
The prophecies of a poor man end on a
Take his last
Slumps over his last bit of change
A mother pacing by her window
Staring hopeless at the rain
When the messenger telling her
her child was slain
She reaches for his frame
Open up the good read the scriptures
And his name
The skies full of
Streets are
Twelve niggaz lay dead in front of projects
Reminding d's of a mob hit
Bitches gossip, about they men being targets, or
Niggaz in the lab taking seal
For drug test
Scared niggaz they techs
Don't to get plugged next
Outside there's a
We all product, faced with hard
the wrath of God struck
Now we like "yo let me borrow a buck"
He like "yo the fuck"
Niggaz was born to be
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 plaque 'em all into albinos
With coming from their foreheads like rhinos
Read it in my last and my hidden scrolls
See my icon straight with a torn robe
A beard and cornrows
The globe hears when I perform my shows

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

priest]
I monasteries
Where dons buried
Approached the bench with teary
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 of deuteronomy
That us to this poverty?
Trapped with seeds
for sovereignty
Cold make the toddler freeze
over my wallabies
Raining
Here's a dollar for the
We worship weed like
Silly bitches with thoughts
Sticking knives and
understand what it's like to be a black man in court
Niggaz up all night
Complaining their handcuffs are too tight
Kicking on the cell till they cut out the
like a curse
Walk besides white women they start holding purse
I just ask you for the bitch
you got anyway? some of the indians turf
The that once flowed from the nile
Like the child
The hand that writes is a good as the that holds the plow

[killah
Some say the spirit of a angel lies within me
Look in my eyes, empty
stricken beaten with the rod ol envy
Lurking through the 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 sting?
Forced in the ring idiots so many cliques
Letting out automatic
A dead lady combing the hair of a bitch
I spit graphic you ain't hear half of it
From my up marriages
To with miscarriages
drinking with savages
Driving
I'm today to meet the man from nazareth
Where's the show me where that chapter is

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