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, watch as they produce the same pattern
raped our women, murdered our babies
Hit us with the and guns in the early 80's
For those murdered me shall stand before God
To fall at the of fate, then out comes the rod
Bring it back, bring it back, it back
What the fuck is going on, I can't go to
Feds out their jeeps, I can't go to sleep
Babies with flies on they cheeks, it's to go to sleep
Ish two 6's twice, I couldn't go to sleep
we deep in the stairs, we carry big guns
Whippy got hit up with the big shit, bong
Stop at the cheeba spot, pass the leak spot
Drove past niggas again, you took a cheap shot
Not knowing, fucking with me you get your meat
You thought we on our face, you need to be stopped
on the chariots, call on an ambulance
You better smile, my nigga you on Cam
Gangsta broad, be the laws, walk with big balls
Nigga, motherfucking eunuch, I even take which was
I'm the that made you, man
When your rap wasn't doing well I'm the nigga gave you a hand

Don't kill your brother, learn to love other
Don't get mad, cause it ain't bad
at who you are, you've come too far
It's in your hands, be a man
Get the out your spine
Cobwebs out of mind

I go to sleep, I can't shut my eyes
They shot the at his mom's building seven times
They shot Malcolm in the chest, of his little seeds
Jesse watched as they King on the balcony
Exported Marcus Garvey cause he to spark us
With the knowledge of ourselves and our
Oh Jacqueline you the rifle shots crackling
Her head in her hands, you tried to put it back in
watching, blood-stained ink blotches
Medgar took one to the for integrating college
What's the science? Somebody? is trick knowledge
They try to keep us enslaved and still scrape for
Walking through Park Hill, drunk as a
Looking like these Devils
I'm ready to break world down
They got me up in a metal gate
Just stressed out hate
And give me no time to relax and use my mind to meditate
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 your
all this crying and be a man