Luyện nghe bài hát Headaches & Woes

Oh man, I got a headache
And my heart is up into
A thousand tiny little microscopic

I got a head full of headaches, a that's full of woes
I'm singin' them downhome blues
And not many knows
That leaves me a twisted view
Of the wide world as I know it
And I I got no choice but to be a poet

Now in my habitat I gravitate towards having that
And I on having that
And I'll never get caught in your rabbit
From to Venezuela
Nigeria down Australia
There's somethin' I that I gotta tell ya
There's a lot of us ain't wrapped too tight

Now I could your doctor or your lawyer
Or come to your and clean up for ya
destruction won't destroy ya
If you got somebody lookin' out for ya
Men are women raped
People beat on videotape
And elsewhere tryin' to escape

Just to come to America to the plate
Helicopters the land
Hell is here so I you 'stand
Hip hop is African
And rappers me gon' rule the earth

I got a head full of headaches, a heart that's of woes
I'm singin' them downhome blues
And not many knows
leaves me with a twisted view
Of the whole wide world as I it
And I guess I got no choice but to be a

Now I manifest and I generate
And smoke
And I and I innovate
And I demonstrate from Los
From Amsterdam to the Northern
Panama, to Atlanta, Georgia
Somethin' I learned I haven't told ya
Brothers like me don't too long

Now I you know it ain't who you know
But do you
You see 'cause you go just like any Joe
And that's for true
So if you're straight and you're
And the snake's in the
And the serpent is under the
And you're head over instead of the reals
Then you're to be tangled

'Cause are singin' and dancin' and rappin'
Like they was a act
But knowledge is wealth and you gotta know
And you know God's still black
'Cause every so I sit and I wonder why I even trip at all
'Cause half are down I get down
The other half wanna see me

Waitin' around all bound
And you seen your L-7's round
And when the sky to the ground
And you that the only way up is down
give me no additives, no sedatives
Or preservatives, or
you give, just let it live
Yet my is poundin'
I'm with this load on my mind

I got a head full of headaches, a heart that's of woes man
I'm singin' them downhome blues
And not many knows
Man, that me with a twisted view
Of the whole wide as I know it
And I guess I got no but to be a

I got no but to be
I I got no choice but to be a poet
I guess I got no choice but to be a
I I got no choice but to be a griot
A gangster, a athlete, a bum
A nobody, a criminal, a
A man, a MC, a MC, a MC

I got a head full of headaches, a heart that's of woes
I'm constantly singin' them downhome
And not people knows
That leaves me a twisted view
Of the wide world as I know it
And I guess I got no but to be a poet

Mmm, hmm, you know that's
That's why people got to get their high, so can get high
They blast and they passed the pipe to get
Just like a Jedi, never said I would, I, even if I I
Didn't do it but I just rather get a little eye
So I sleep from dawn to in a bomb shelter
'Cause ya never know the man is gonna drop that big one

Oh, pelting, burning, melting, alarm the farmers
Armageddon, psychic readings
Greetings, Earthlings, I'm Mars
Got two more to go and then I'm on my way to the stars
Oh no, there I go through the layer hole
the men are the men and they mean it
Down where the wind don't blow the indo grow
In the snow and po'