Luyện nghe bài hát Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

Fuck you know struggle? The boy in the plastic bubble
When I drink the pain I guzzle
My is like a complicated mathematical puzzle, for real
Seen twice, it's ugly motherfucker man
But you conversate with him you suffering
He said, "Let go of the pain, you'll rock the mic again
Your choice slug to the brain or 20
I likened it to Ortho Tri-cyclen
Disturbing the cycles of life and it's trifling
Fuck what you heard, less money more
4 years from the game with no alblum
I put the gun to my brain, but first I a note to explain
Put the Luger in my head, and these are the words I said

Sure as kingdoms rise the same kingdoms were sure to
And wash away like memories, as if they weren't at all
Like broken limbs of trees lost its leaves to Winter's wind
Spring come again

When your cerebral ceases to silence
And the faith you have left is a CD
From a singer who had a son Christopher Wallace
Tomorrow is
is abolished
Mind and soul have to no unity
Life threw a brick through my of opportunity
My immune lacked diplomatic immunity
asthma attacks the black community
Where do you go there?
Long walk, short
Thought I knew all it was just to of the ledge
Till I glanced at all ten toes on the ledge
Before I heard sounded to me like a pledge
Emerged from the darkness, and this is what it
Do not despair, breathe,
For there is life to live, believe
More insight to share,
Was the at the illustrious
Exhale, hold, inhale, receive and

Sure as rise the same kingdoms were sure to fall
And away like memories, as if they weren't there at all
Like limbs of trees that's lost its leaves to Winter's wind
Spring will come