Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

[killah
The prophecies of a man end on a train
Take his breath
Slumps over his last bit of change
A pacing by her window pane
Staring hopeless at the rain
When the messenger returns her
That her child was
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 they men being targets, or
Niggaz in the lab golden seal
For tomorrows test
Scared niggaz they techs
want to get plugged next
Outside a bloodfeast
We all product, faced with luck
Since the of God struck
Now we "yo tone let me borrow a buck"
He "yo what the fuck"
was born to be skeletons
Or was it the curse of this dark
When I die will I open my in hell again
With jealous men
forgive me but I smell a gin
On the of winos
Sent a turned 'em all into albinos
With horns coming from foreheads like rhinos
Read it in my last testament and my hidden
See my icon straight faced with a torn
A and some cornrows
The whole globe hears when I perform my

[chorus 2x: killah
We go from times to part-times
From back to hard times
the start of crime
Till the day we see the father
Light on us, to warn us
We the corners

[killah
I monasteries
Where dons buried
Approached the bench teary eyes
to con the jury
Christ those of you without sin, cast the first stone
Those of you without ends, blast the first
Is it the of deuteronomy
That drove us to poverty?
Trapped with starvin
Fightin for
Cold nights make the toddler
over my wallabies
Raining
a dollar for the trees
We weed like idolatry
Silly bitches with conniving
Sticking knives and
Don't what it's like to be a black man in court
Niggaz up screamin all
Complaining their handcuffs are too tight
on the cell till they cut out the lights
It's a curse
Walk besides white women start holding they purse
I just ask you for the time
you got anyway? some of the indians turf
The that once flowed from the nile
Like the moses
The hand writes is a good as the hand that holds the plow

[killah
Some say the spirit of a dead angel lies me
Look in my eyes, empty
stricken beaten with the rod ol envy
Lurking through the of death
Dragging my wings, saw the image of a
Ram, and queen, heard the bragging of kings
Whose laughter was as as a scorpion sting?
Forced in the ring with idiots so many
Letting out clips
A dead lady combing the of a bastard bitch
I spit graphic shit you hear half of it
From my up marriages
To dealing with
From drinking with
hazardous
I'm here today to meet the man from
Where's the pastor? show me where that is

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