Luyện nghe bài hát Nightmares

[Intro: Simone]
I'll tell you what freedom is to me, no
I really, no fear

[Quin

Nightmares like a
Why,

[Verse 1: Quin
I it with my own eyes (own eyes)
While his mama cried, was her only son
And she called to God (she to God)
you take him from me?
Why'd you take him from me? I ain't
Another black man by a black man with another gun but
I guess sums up every
Every drive-by, every fired, everybody dies
I don't know if you'll realize you symbolize
Whether you GD or or cuz (what's crackin', cuh?)
But because, they don't give a 'bout me
They don't a fuck 'bout you
They give a fuck 'bout love
They give a fuck 'bout we
They don't give a 'bout us
They don't give a 'bout none of that shit
Just to run in yo shit and they'll rewind and do it
Because don't have no conscious and
I promise tomorrow promised and
You really want no problems when
He riding downtown his patnas and
A on the backseat, got damn
Make me think why all they boxed in
Make me wanna think 'bout
And mark my words Mountain Luther King had a dream
I'll mountains
And I pray to God that my people try to take my life
But if you want all my shine I promise I'll you the light
give you the light

Tell me why it so bad
I'm trying to save myself me
Tomorrow it could be my
keeping me up in my sleep
Tell me why it so bad (so bad)
I'm trying to save myself me (from me)
Tomorrow it be my last (my last)
It's me up in my sleep

2: Damez and (Quin Price)]
I it with my own ears
Your brother got shot and my whole stopped
It was the only
my mama had when she was so glad
Just to send her son off to
A black man trying to seek
A black man to make a profit
A black man trying to be something other
another nigga standing on the block
Hustling his homies and they working 'round the clock
Pantry getting and the trap getting hot
Hit you for yo just so they can restock
you with the Glock, murder for a rock
Look you in yo eyes before he cock
Back the 17, all for a cop
Niggas go to school and still get shot, fuck it
(I you're a product of your environment)
(I guess shit here violent)
I when you hear that chopper singing
Yo mama screaming, the violin
But they just want us to be
Being is just too vibrant
(Black on black put us back nine-)
(Years of full of and blood and tears)
(So can you please just me?)

(x2)
Tell me why it so bad
I'm trying to myself from me
Tomorrow it be my last
It's keeping me up in my
me why it hurts so bad (so bad)
I'm trying to save myself me (from me)
Tomorrow it be my last (my last)
It's me up in my sleep

Rest in peace to Ryan and all the fallen soldiers out there
We you and we miss you
Fly high,