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,
niggas, children watch as they produce the same pattern
Somebody our women, murdered our babies
Hit us with the cracks and guns in the 80's
For those that me shall stand before God
To fall at the hands of fate, then out the rod
Bring it back, it back, bring it back
What the fuck is going on, I can't go to
jumping out their jeeps, I can't go to sleep
Babies with flies on they cheeks, it's hard to go to
Ish bowled two 6's twice, I go to sleep
Aiyyo we deep in the stairs, we big guns
Whippy got hit up with the big shit, bong
Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leak
Drove past y'all niggas again, you took a shot
Not knowing, fucking with me you get your meat
You thought we fell on our face, you need to be
Call on the chariots, call on an
You better smile, my you on Candid Cam
broad, these be the laws, walk with big balls
Nigga, motherfucking eunuch, I even 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 your brother, learn to love each other
Don't get mad, it ain't that bad
Look at who you are, you've too far
It's in hands, just be a man
Get the jelly out spine
Cobwebs out of your

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

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