Luyện nghe bài hát I Can't Go to Sleep

Technique is ill son, how I spill one
to Biggie, 2Pac, Big L and Big Pun
Havoc on the streets of Staten,
House niggas, children watch as they produce the pattern
Somebody raped our women, our babies
Hit us the cracks and guns in the early 80's
For those that me shall stand before God
To fall at the hands of fate, then out the rod
Bring it back, bring it back, it back
the fuck is going on, I can't go to sleep
Feds jumping out their jeeps, I can't go to
Babies flies on they cheeks, it's hard to go to sleep
Ish bowled two 6's twice, I couldn't go to
Aiyyo we in the stairs, we carry big guns
Whippy got hit up with the big shit, bong
Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the spot
Drove past y'all again, you took a cheap shot
Not knowing, fucking me you get your meat chopped
You thought we fell on our face, you need to be
on the chariots, call on an ambulance
You smile, my nigga you on Candid Cam
broad, these be the laws, walk with big balls
Nigga, motherfucking eunuch, I take which was yours
I'm the that made you, man
When your rap wasn't doing I'm the nigga that gave you a hand

Don't your brother, learn to love each other
Don't get mad, cause it that bad
Look at who you are, come too far
It's in your hands, be a man
Get the jelly out your
out of your mind

I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my
shot the father at his mom's building seven times
They shot Malcolm in the chest, of his little seeds
watched as they shot King on the balcony
Exported Marcus cause he tried to spark us
With the knowledge of ourselves and our
Oh Jacqueline you heard the rifle crackling
Her husband's in her hands, you tried to put it back in
America's watching, blood-stained ink
took one to the skull for integrating college
What's the science? Somebody? This is trick
They try to us enslaved and still scrape for dollars
Walking through Park Hill, as a fuck
Looking around these Devils
I'm ready to break this world
They got me up in a metal gate
Just stressed out with
And just give me no time to relax and use my mind to
should I do, grab a blunt or a brew
Grab a .22 and run out there and put this violence in you
I can't go to sleep, I shut em, son.. I

The power is in hands
all this crying and be a man