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 of Staten, snitches
House niggas, children watch as they the same pattern
raped our women, murdered our babies
Hit us the cracks and guns in the early 80's
For those that murdered me shall before God
To at the hands of fate, then out comes the rod
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it
What the fuck is going on, I can't go to
Feds jumping out their jeeps, I can't go to
Babies with flies on they cheeks, 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 the big shit, bong bong
at the cheeba spot, then pass the leak spot
Drove past y'all niggas again, you a cheap shot
Not knowing, with me you get your meat chopped
You thought we on our face, you need to be stopped
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, eunuch, I even take which was yours
I'm the that made you, man
your rap wasn't doing well I'm the nigga that gave you a hand

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

I can't go to sleep, I shut my eyes
They shot the at his mom's building seven times
They shot in the chest, front of his little seeds
watched as they shot King on the balcony
Exported Marcus Garvey cause he tried to us
the knowledge of ourselves and our forefathers
Oh Jacqueline you the rifle shots crackling
Her husband's head in her hands, you to put it back in
watching, blood-stained ink blotches
Medgar one to the skull for integrating college
What's the science? Somebody? This is knowledge
try to keep us enslaved and still scrape for dollars
Walking through Park Hill, as a fuck
Looking around like Devils
I'm ready to this world down
got me trapped up in a metal gate
Just out with 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 fucking violence in you
I can't go to sleep, I can't em, son.. I

The is in your hands
Stop all this and be a man