Luyện nghe bài hát Headaches & Woes

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

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

Now in my natural habitat I gravitate having that
And I elevate on having
And I'll never get caught in your trap
From to Venezuela
Nigeria through Australia
There's somethin' I that I gotta tell ya
There's a whole lot of us 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 that's lookin' out for ya
Men are murdered raped
People beat on videotape
And elsewhere tryin' to escape

Just to come to America to lick the
Helicopters the land
Hell is here so I hope you
Hip hop is African
And rappers like me gon' the earth

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

Now everyday I manifest and I
And cannabis
And I and I innovate
And I demonstrate from Los
From to the Northern border
Panama, to Atlanta, Georgia
Somethin' I learned that I told ya
Brothers me don't live too long

Now I know you know it who you know
But do you
You see 'cause you could go like any Joe
And that's for true
So if you're straight and narrow
And the in the barrel
And the is under the rainbow
And you're over heels instead of the reals
Then bound to be tangled

'Cause brothers are singin' and dancin' and
they was a vaudeville act
But is wealth and you gotta know self
And you gotta God's 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 wanna see me fall

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

I got a head full of headaches, a heart that's of woes man
I'm constantly singin' them 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 guess I got no but to be a poet
I guess I got no but to be a prophet
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 head full of headaches, a heart full of woes
I'm constantly singin' them downhome
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 that's right
That's why got to get their high, so they can get high
They and they passed the pipe to get high
like a Jedi, never said I would, I, even if I could I
Didn't do it but I just get a little shut eye
So I from dawn to dusk in a bomb shelter
'Cause ya never know when the man is drop that big one

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