Luyện nghe bài hát Martyr

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

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

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

If you had a choice, or death
would 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 dream we see
Reality, pain and sorrow
Reality, disaster beat
A little girl up in the projects
Reality's a gettin' rock shot 41
And you askin' why I run from one
I don't even get
Sometimes, no times, oh, I'm bout to lose my

up, like a hard workin' mother, losing her job
The battle of good and
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 yearnin'
Taking your, I'm money
Yet you me a thief I call me a broke trying to eat
On earth suffering, why it's like that?
Guess we the punished, Adam and Eve

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

Hold latex, from nuns I take
Play chess, with the devil the sky
Like rain shells drop immune to this cold sorrow
Beyond shell shock, can't you pop, I need some help ox
See them meadow officers myself rot
Ice and cell blocks

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

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

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