Luyện nghe bài hát Nightmares

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

[Quin

Nightmares a motherfucker
Why,

[Verse 1: Price]
I it with my own eyes (own eyes)
While his mama cried, that was her son
And she to God (she called to God)
Why'd you him from me?
Why'd you take him me? I ain't surprised
Another black man killed by a black man with gun but
I guess sums up every
Every drive-by, every fired, everybody dies
I know if you'll realize when 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 give a fuck 'bout us
They don't give a fuck 'bout none of shit
to run in yo shit and they'll rewind and do it again
Because niggas don't have no and
I promise tomorrow ain't and
You don't really no problems when
He downtown with his patnas and
A on the backseat, got damn
Make me think why all they boxed in
me wanna think 'bout Martin
And my words like 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 I'll give you the light
give you the light

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

2: Damez and (Quin Price)]
I heard it with my own
Your got shot and my whole world stopped
It was the fear
That my mama had she was so glad
to send her son off to college
A black man to seek knowledge
A man trying to make a profit
A black man trying to be something other
Just another nigga on the block
Hustling with his homies and they 'round the clock
Pantry getting empty and the getting hot
Hit you for yo last just so can restock
you with the Glock, murder for a rock
Look you in yo eyes right he cock
the 17, all this for a cop
Niggas go to and they still get shot, fuck it
(I guess you're a product of environment)
(I guess shit round violent)
I guess when you hear that singing
Yo mama screaming, play the
But they want us to be silent
Being black is 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
keeping me up in my sleep
Tell me why it so bad (so bad)
I'm trying to save from me (from me)
it could be my last (my last)
It's me up in my sleep

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