Luyện nghe bài hát Monsters In My Head

[Game - 1]
I'm sitting here watching my daughter born
Feel like I should God that nothing went wrong
Back in my days I was straight for the graveyard
Running from school cause enemies never far
my colors watching colors chasing after my older brothers
Cause they was always into shit, good we had different mothers
Playing football in the streets with the
And local drug dealers kicking back making money the crack fiend
Was always there so I start that cane cause nobody never cared
at the post office working that late night shift
Taking care of my sisters my daddy wasn't shit
Sweating over the stove and on a school
the refrigerator like where did the food go?
Trying to do I can to be a man, hope you understand
Even when shit goes wrong it's part of plan, Amen

Now I lay me down to sleep, I to Lord my soul to keep
Wake me up I'm dead
Don't me with monsters in my head, yeah
Monsters in my head, with in my head
Underneath the bed, the bed

[Game - 2]
here staring at this Doggystyle poster on my wall
Banging Snoop spinning this basketball, what the f-ck is going on?
In a n-gga head, all of my gone to jail, or they end up dead
Got my first tattoo tear when I was 19, chasing a pipe
boulevard chilling, that was the night scene
And like the movies, act a fool
you pushing a beemer, who gives a f-ck about a School?
Mom's curfew, but I was breaking all the rules
Kicked a out the house so I started forming my crew
a little bigger on my own, in the 12 grade crips scheming on me
Cause they know my trap self made, trying to get by or getting
That's how I survived, be a leader not a follower, that's how them die
Pay 'em no but keep my chrome to the end of time
Feeling like no n-gga can see me I think going blind

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to my soul to keep
Wake me up before I'm
Don't bury me with in my head, yeah
Monsters in my head, with monsters in my
the bed, underneath the bed

[Game - 3]
Seemed like just a n-gga was only 21
Showing the little homies how to use a gun
Now look what I become, was on the run
from the coptom slums, they right, like father son
but I'm missing days when I couldn't roll up a blunt
Bust the windows out of cars to only drive it once
Yeah them was the days but now a n-gga getting
Pouring down for my n-ggas in the grave
My n-gga Big and my homie P D
Feel yesterday we was just running in the streets
And I swear to God funny how the fly
And the only certain is that we all die
So let your fly

Now I lay me down to sleep, I to Lord my soul to keep
me up before I'm dead
Don't bury me monsters in my head, yeah
in my head, with monsters in my head
Underneath the bed, the bed