Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

[killah
The prophecies of a poor man end on a
Take his last
Slumps over drops his last bit of
A mother pacing by her window
Staring at the gentle rain
When the returns telling her
That her child was
She reaches for his frame
Open up the good read the scriptures
And his name
The full of flames
Streets are
Twelve niggaz lay dead in of their projects
d's of a classic mob hit
Bitches gossip, about they men targets, or suspects
Niggaz in the lab taking golden
For drug test
Scared niggaz hugging they
want to get plugged next
Outside a bloodfeast
We all product, faced with hard
Since the wrath of God
Now we "yo tone let me borrow a buck"
He like "yo the fuck"
was born to be skeletons
Or was it the curse of this dark
When I die will I my eyes in hell again
With these men
Lord me but I smell a gin
On the of winos
a plaque turned 'em all into albinos
With horns from their foreheads like rhinos
Read it in my last and my hidden scrolls
See my straight faced with a torn robe
A beard and some
The whole globe when I perform my shows

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

priest]
I monasteries
Where dons buried
the bench with teary eyes
Tryin to con the
Christ said of you without sin, cast the first stone
Those of you without ends, blast the chrome
Is it the of deuteronomy
drove us to this poverty?
Trapped with seeds
Fightin for
nights make the toddler freeze
Blood over my
mahogany
Here's a dollar for the
We worship weed like
Silly bitches with thoughts
knives and folks
Don't understand what it's like to be a black man in
Niggaz up screamin all
Complaining their handcuffs are too tight
Kicking on the cell till cut out the lights
It's a curse
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 once from the nile
Like the child
The hand that writes is a good as the hand that holds the

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

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