Luyện nghe bài hát Headaches & Woes

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

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

Now in my natural I gravitate towards having that
And I elevate on that
And I'll never get caught in your trap
Yellowstone to Venezuela
Nigeria down Australia
There's somethin' I learned that I gotta ya
There's a lot of us ain't wrapped too tight

Now I could been doctor or your lawyer
Or come to your house and up for ya
destruction won't destroy ya
If you got that's lookin' out for ya
Men are murdered women
gettin' beat on videotape
And people elsewhere to escape

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

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

Now everyday I manifest and I
And cannabis
And I and I innovate
And I from Los Angeles
From Amsterdam to the border
Panama, to Atlanta, Georgia
I learned that I haven't told ya
Brothers like me don't live too

Now I you know it ain't who you know
But do you
You see 'cause you could go like any Joe
And for sho' 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 heels instead of the reals
Then you're bound to be

'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 are down when I get down
The other wanna see me fall

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

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

Mmm, hmm, you know that's
That's why people got to get their high, so they can get
They and they passed the pipe to get high
Just like a Jedi, said I would, I, even if I could I
do it but I just rather get a little shut 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, karma psychic
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 ozone layer
the men are the men and they mean it
Down where the wind blow where the indo grow
In the and everybody po'