Luyện nghe bài hát Monsters In My Head

[Game - 1]
I'm sitting here watching my being born
Feel like I should thank God that went wrong
Back in my days I was headed straight for the
Running from school cause never stay far
Wear my colors colors chasing after my older brothers
they was always into shit, good thing we had different mothers
Playing in the streets with the homies
And local dealers kicking back making money cause the crack fiend
Was there so I start selling that cane cause nobody never cared
Mama at the post office working that late night
Taking care of my cause my daddy wasn't shit
Sweating over the stove and on a clothes
Open the refrigerator like did the food go?
Trying to do I can to be a man, hope you understand
Even when goes wrong it's part of God's plan, Amen

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 monsters in my head,
Monsters in my head, monsters in my head
Underneath the bed, the bed

[Game - 2]
Laying here staring at this Doggystyle on my wall
Banging Snoop Dogg spinning this basketball, what the is going on?
In a head, all of my homies gone to jail, or they end up dead
Got my first tattoo tear I was 19, chasing a pipe dreams
Chrenshaw 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 n-gga out the house so I forming my crew
Getting a little bigger on my own, in the 12 grade crips on me
they know my trap self made, trying to get by or getting high
That's how I survived, be a leader not a follower, how them cowards die
Pay 'em no mind but my chrome to the end of time
Feeling like no n-gga can see me I think they're going

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to Lord my soul to
Wake me up I'm dead
bury me with monsters in my head, yeah
Monsters in my head, with in my head
Underneath the bed, the bed

[Game - 3]
Seemed like just a n-gga was only 21
Showing the homies how to use a f-cking gun
Now look what I become, was on the run
from the slums, they right, like father like son
but I'm missing them days when I couldn't up a blunt
Bust the windows out of cars to only drive it once
Yeah them was the days but now a getting paid
Pouring rose for my n-ggas in the grave
My n-gga Big Will and my P D
Feel like 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 soul fly

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to my soul to keep
Wake me up 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