Luyện nghe bài hát Nightmares

[Intro: Nina
I'll tell you what is to me, no fear
I mean really, no

Price]

Nightmares a motherfucker
Why,

[Verse 1: Quin
I it with my own eyes (own eyes)
his mama cried, that was her only son
And she called to God (she to God)
Why'd you take him me?
Why'd you take him from me? I surprised
Another man killed by a black man with another gun but
I guess sums up homicide
Every drive-by, every bullet fired, everybody
I don't know if realize when you symbolize
you GD or blood or cuz (what's crackin', cuh?)
But because, don't give a fuck 'bout me
don't give a fuck 'bout you
They don't a fuck 'bout love
They don't 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 rewind and do it again
Because niggas don't have no and
I promise ain't promised and
You don't want no problems when
He riding downtown his patnas and
A chopper on the backseat, got
Make me think why all mind boxed in
me wanna think 'bout Martin
And mark my like Mountain Luther King had a dream
move mountains
And I pray to God that my people try to take my life
But if you all my shine I promise I'll give you the light
give you the light

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

[Verse 2: and (Quin Price)]
I heard it with my own
Your got shot and my whole world stopped
It was the only
That my mama had she was so glad
Just to her son off to college
A man trying to seek knowledge
A black man trying to a profit
A black man to be something other than
Just another nigga standing on the
with his homies and they working 'round the clock
Pantry getting and the trap getting hot
Hit you for yo last so they can restock
Murk you with the Glock, for a rock
Look you in yo eyes right before he
the 17, all this for a cop
Niggas go to school and they get shot, fuck it
(I guess you're a product of environment)
(I shit round here violent)
I when you hear that chopper singing
Yo screaming, play the violin
But they just want us to be
Being black is just too
(Black on crime put us back nine-)
(Years of of sweat and blood and tears)
(So can you just remind me?)

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

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