Luyện nghe bài hát Headaches & Woes

Oh man, I got a splittin'
And my heart is broken up
A thousand tiny microscopic pieces

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

Now in my natural I gravitate towards having that
And I elevate on having
And I'll never get caught in rabbit trap
Yellowstone to Venezuela
Nigeria down Australia
There's somethin' I learned I gotta tell ya
There's a whole lot of us wrapped too tight

Now I been your doctor or your lawyer
Or to your house and clean up for ya
Self destruction won't ya
If you got somebody that's out for ya
Men are women raped
gettin' beat on videotape
And people tryin' to escape

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

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

Now everyday I and I generate
And cannabis
And I and I innovate
And I demonstrate from Los
From Amsterdam to the border
Panama, to Atlanta, Georgia
Somethin' I learned that I told ya
Brothers like me live too long

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

'Cause brothers are singin' and and rappin'
they was a vaudeville act
But knowledge is and you gotta know self
And you gotta know still black
'Cause every so often I sit and I wonder why I even at all
'Cause are down when I get down
The other half wanna see me

Waitin' all heaven bound
And you seen that your L-7's
And the sky falls to the ground
And you found that the way up is down
Don't give me no additives, no
Or preservatives, or
Rhetoric you give, just let it
Yet my head is
I'm dealin' with this load on my

I got a head of headaches, a heart that's full of woes man
I'm constantly them downhome blues
And not many peoples
Man, that me with a twisted view
Of the whole world as I know it
And I I got no choice 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 choice but to be a
A gangster, a athlete, a bum
A nobody, a criminal, a
A man, a MC, a MC, a MC

I got a full of headaches, a heart that's full of woes
I'm singin' them downhome blues
And not many people
That leaves me with a twisted
Of the whole wide world as I 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 can get high
They blast and passed the pipe to get high
Just like a Jedi, said I would, I, even if I could I
Didn't do it but I just rather get a little eye
So I sleep from dawn to dusk in a bomb
'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 from
Got two planets 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 the wind don't blow where the indo grow
In the and everybody po'