Luyện nghe bài hát Stormy Weather

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

1

Walking down this projects,
No money, no friend... my pride's my asset,
Pouring on my homies caskets,
abused by holy pastors, such holy bastards,
Listen to my cry... I can't the pressure,
My brother strapped and clapped, dead on stretcher,
I more but they gave me lesser,
Don't let da crazies ya,
There ain't no for a felon,
get no job so it's dope that we sellin,
And I cry for my brother, send mails to da jail that he in,
And my reads,
Keep ya up, stay strong cuz we forever G's,
I swear I'll leave,
I got ya son right to me,
If you die raise him as my own, may your soul be forever free,

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

2

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

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

3

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

Stormy weather or air, I'll be there,
On da hustle each year, I see it clear,
cries and dark nights, it's alright,
Sparking all night, my heart cries,
Black hoodies and shoes, ain't got jewels,
Stab wounds and tattoos, my bruised,
from the block 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 with the that men have been trying to grapple with through history,
But the demands didn't force to do it, survival demands that we grapple with them,
Men for years now have been talking about war and peace, But now no can they just talk about it,
It is no longer the choice between violence and nonviolence in this world; it's nonviolence or nonexistence, is where we are today,
Also in the human revolution; if something isn't done and done in a hurry to bring the colored peoples of the world out of their long years of poverty, their long years of hurt and neglect; the whole world is doomed.