Luyện nghe bài hát Headaches & Woes

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

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

Now in my natural habitat I gravitate having that
And I on having that
And I'll get caught in your rabbit trap
From to Venezuela
down through Australia
There's I learned that I gotta tell ya
There's a whole lot of us ain't too tight

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

Just to to America to lick the plate
Helicopters scope the
Hell is so I hope you 'stand
Hip hop is African
And rappers like me rule the earth

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 I got no choice but to be a poet

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

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

'Cause brothers are and dancin' and rappin'
they was a vaudeville act
But is wealth and you gotta know self
And you gotta know God's still
every so often I sit and I wonder why I even trip at all
'Cause half are when I get down
The half wanna see me fall

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

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

Mmm, hmm, you know right
That's why people got to get high, so they can get high
They blast and they passed the pipe to get
Just like a Jedi, never said I would, I, if I could I
Didn't do it but I rather get a little shut eye
So I sleep from dawn to dusk in a 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 from
Got two more planets to go and I'm on my way to the stars
Oh no, there I go through the ozone hole
Where the men are the men and they it
where the wind don't blow where the indo grow
In the snow and po'