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 as they produce the same pattern
raped our women, murdered our babies
Hit us with the cracks and 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
What the fuck is going on, I go to sleep
Feds jumping out their jeeps, I can't go to
Babies with flies on cheeks, it's hard to go to sleep
Ish bowled two 6's twice, I 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, then pass the spot
past y'all niggas again, you took a cheap shot
Not knowing, with me you get your meat chopped
You thought we on our face, you need to be stopped
Call on the chariots, call on an
You better smile, my you on Candid Cam
Gangsta broad, these be the laws, with big balls
Nigga, motherfucking eunuch, I take which was yours
I'm the nigga that you, man
When your rap wasn't doing well I'm the that gave you a hand

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

I can't go to sleep, I can't my eyes
They shot the father at his mom's building times
shot Malcolm in the chest, front of his little seeds
Jesse watched as they King on the balcony
Exported Marcus Garvey cause he tried to us
the knowledge of ourselves and our forefathers
Oh Jacqueline you heard the 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
try to keep us enslaved and still scrape for dollars
Walking Park Hill, drunk as a fuck
Looking like these Devils
I'm ready to break this down
got me trapped up in a metal gate
Just out with hate
And just give me no time to 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 can't em, son.. I

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