Luyện nghe bài hát Martyr

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

Walk the shadow of death, my out pissing
Rebel, laughing at the devil, threats
Only if he knew, I wanna lie a coal, who the die old
On miserable earth, forever, put me in dirt
It's better living searchin' treasure
That only brings atrocity and treachery, baby stressing me
no hope left in me, live everyday like it's my last
Waitin' to my that passed

At last I could meet Christ, ask Him why the You died on the
Here stupid, they 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 his gun and a shot?
Get on my knees praise Big and go Pac
out did he really take 5 shots
Ask him, who ya, was it the Feds?
Couldn't of been Big Poppa, Brooklyn ain't
Like that, ask Martin, why the you ain't back?

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

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

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

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

Hold your latex, from nuns I
chess, with the devil from the sky
Like rain shells drop immune to this world's sorrow
Beyond shell shock, you tell pop, I need some help ox
See them meadow officers myself rot
Ice pick and blocks

Hope the 12 stop on the highway to hell, lanes
That know, what I mean to suffer and struggle in the
Slice cakes with box cutters
I did not stutter, you me this is utter, reality
Observe me, on a puttin' on gurneys till I meet my maker
And I need my ama, Guiliani and Seiffler

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

If you had a choice, life or
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