Luyện nghe bài hát Martyr

Shit, sometimes man, be
Yo, living in hell, die, might be

through the shadow of death, my out pissing
Rebel, laughing at the devil, homicidal
Only if he knew, I lie a coal, who the wanna die old
On this miserable earth, forever, put me in
better then living searchin' treasure
That only brings atrocity and treachery, mother's stressing me
Ain't no left in me, live everyday like it's my last
to meet my that passed

At last I could Christ, ask Him why the You died on the cross
Here these stupid, still lost
ask Malcolm, see what it was like to fight for civil rights
And nights he he would die, what did he do
Did he grab his gun and a
Get on my praise Big and go with Pac
Find out did he take 5 shots
Ask him, who shot ya, was it the
Couldn't of been Big Poppa, Brooklyn ain't
Like that, ask Martin, why the you ain't back?

If you had a choice, life or
What you choose?
If you had a choice, or death
What you choose?
If you had a choice, or death
What you choose?
If you had a

Life ain't real, it's a we see tomorrow
Reality, that's pain and
Reality, disaster breaks
A little girl up in the gettin'
Reality's a gettin' shot 41 times
And you askin' why I run from one
I don't even get
Sometimes, no times, oh, I'm bout to lose my

Reality's up, like a hard workin' mother, her job
The of good and evil
Like the devil, ain't losing for God, we on squad
Not knowing what the it all
I even, get a can of sardines
Driving Bentley's, burning money, I'm money
your, I'm earning money
Yet you call me a thief I call me a trying to eat
On this earth suffering, why it's that?
Guess we the punished, Adam and Eve

If you had a choice, life or
What you choose?
If you had a choice, life or
What you choose?
If you had a choice, or death
What would you
If you had a

your latex, from nuns I take
Play chess, with the from the sky
rain shells drop immune to this cold world's sorrow
Beyond shell shock, can't you tell pop, I some help ox
See them officers watchin' myself rot
Ice pick and blocks

Hope the 12 stop on the highway to hell, switchin'
That know, I mean to suffer and struggle in the gutter
birthday cakes with box cutters
I did not stutter, you heard me this is utter,
Observe me, on a journey on gurneys till I meet my maker
And I need my ama, Guiliani and Howard

If you had a choice, or death
What you choose?
If you had a choice, or death
What would you
If you had a choice, or death
What would you
If you had a

If you had a choice, life or
What would you
If you had a choice, or death
What you choose?
If you had a choice, life or
What you choose?
If you had a