Luyện nghe bài hát Last Days

Last days, last

As I off the stage and try to understand
Why you feel that I am you can do with?
How? you and I come from two totally
Polar lifestyles

Under normal circumstances, I be waking you
And your parents up at gunpoint, demanding the combination
To the wall safe, while your little sister suffering
pistol whipped pain or looking back at you
In a courtroom with absolutely none of my peers

Why are you here? Is this voyeuristic bullshit?
See black man Or maybe, just maybe, you've been subjected
To so many audio drive and gang shootings
you, yourself have become numb to the pain like me

And you check this out, have become insane from of reality
Well, stomach this, at the rate we're going right now, white boy,
You, you and I, will die each other's throats
That's real, the at war, we're at war

Check yourself, don't be me, your goddamn self
It's goin' down 1997, see the light, red
Rip through my at night, time is short
Homicide is the number one

Last days, last days, these are the days

So, now that all the soaked, I and you
to reanalyze every word I ever said, am I a racist?
Or am I just someone, who it, how the fuck it is?
Well, the truth of the thing is, I was on crime

Walking through an environment, so filled, so much hate
Honestly, I do not feel that you are to comprehend
The of the evil, but trip this
There were no white faces there, just on black genocide

The white men, there were the cops that showed up
in the fourth, to outline the teenaged bodies in chalk
So who do I hate? Do I hate Do I hate myself?
Or possibly, am I intelligent enough, to only hold the
Of the itself to blame?

Not who creates the Who stops, affirmative action
And welfare? Who loves the three law?
Didn't see 'em at the man march
Or the hundred and fifty thousand man march

Let daddy tell it, there's a lotta lies out there
side ya on? Armageddon is near
I am the fourth rider of the apocalypse, recognize

Last days, are the last days
Last days, these are the days
days, these are the last days, last days

But, maybe I'm all wrong, everything is okay
Maybe, we're all just get along
Maybe, I'm trippin', life is perfect, yeah, right

days, these are the last days
Last days, these are the last
Last days, these are the days, last days

I hate you, you hate me, and what that equal?
It equals nothing and that's what we're gonna have
Nothing, I, we make a change soon
And who am I to you anything?

I ain't nobody, but a brother South Central
had the opportunity to go around the world
And I found out, that, we're all not really different
Racism, is the number one of earth

There's only one race, the race
And if we get it together soon, this song is true
We are all in the last days