Luyện nghe bài hát Stormy Weather

(Martin King Jr. Vocals)
The world is all messed up, the nation is sick, is in the land, confusion all around,
But I know somehow that only when it is dark can you see the stars,
Men in some strange are responding,
Something is in our world.

1

Walking down this projects,
No money, no friend... my pride's my asset,
Pouring liquor on my caskets,
Kid's by holy pastors, such holy bastards,
Listen to my cry... I can't the pressure,
My brother and clapped, pronounced dead on stretcher,
I deserve but they gave me lesser,
let da crazies stress ya,
There no hope for a felon,
Can't get no job so it's that we sellin,
And I cry for my brother, send mails to da that he dwell in,
And my reads,
Keep ya head up, stay cuz we forever G's,
I I'll never leave,
I got ya son right to me,
If you die I'll raise him as my own, may your soul be free,

Stormy or free air, I'll be there,
On da hustle each year, I see it clear,
Silent cries and nights, it's alright,
Sparking weed all night, my cries,
Black hoodies and shoes, ain't got jewels,
Stab and tattoos, my heart's bruised,
Elevated from the block to da top, move,
Real got hearts too.

2

From day one been me and you living that street life,
Spitting rhymes street lights,
ran from a street fight,
You was my brother,
Been at my home, took from my mother,
You got by my mother,
You my clothes,
I shared foes,
In da streets all day banging ho's,
Girls that we know,
You my brother no more,
You made it out da streets, you don't even no more,
Like you to holla before,
Success can people,
Give ya friends everything desire then watch how they treat you,
is evil,
Got thinking that they Hebrews,
But see through,
One thing learned in life,
Never a weak nigga's advice,
You spiritual now, thinking you Christ,
I ain't mad though, back stabbing live ya life.

Stormy or free air, I'll be there,
On da from each year, I see it clear,
Silent cries and dark nights, alright,
Sparking all night, my heart cries,
hoodies and black shoes, ain't got jewels,
Stab wounds and tattoos, my bruised,
from the block to da top, smart move,
Real thugz got too.

3

My girl me if I really care,
I asked why! She said she been going through stuff and I ain't never there,
Life ain't fair,
But I love you baby girl, sorry if I you tears,
I'm here listening ears,
Lately I been by my peers and I took it kinda hard,
My friend tried to send me to the morgue,
She said for two months I gone and we grew apart,
So she turned to another nigga to her broken heart,
I'm thinking this a joke, I'm broken thoughts,
Like a to my heart,
I her to call it off,
She she can't cuz she's havin his baby,
Two weeks pregnant, thoughts in my head are me crazy,
I you my heart and this how you repay me,
kinda torn cuz she was hell of a lady,
But I ain't mad though, ain't no for thugz,
Pac told me ain't no for us,
What to da love and trust.

Stormy weather or air, I'll be there,
On da hustle each year, I see it clear,
Silent and dark nights, it's alright,
weed all night, my heart cries,
Black hoodies and black shoes, got jewels,
wounds and tattoos, my heart's bruised,
Elevated from the to da top, smart move,
Real got hearts too.

(Martin King Jr. Vocals)
We have been forced to a point where we are going to have to grapple the problems that men have been trying to grapple with through history,
But the demands didn't force them to do it, survival demands that we grapple them,
Men for years now have been talking about war and peace, But now no longer can they talk about it,
It is no the choice between violence and nonviolence in this world; it's nonviolence or nonexistence, that is where we are today,
Also in the human rights revolution; if something isn't done and done in a hurry to bring the peoples of the world out of their long years of poverty, their long years of hurt and neglect; the whole world is doomed.