Luyện nghe bài hát Stormy Weather

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

1

Walking down lonely projects,
No money, no friend... my my only asset,
liquor on my homies caskets,
Kid's abused by holy pastors, such bastards,
to my cry... I can't take the pressure,
My brother strapped and clapped, dead on stretcher,
I deserve but they gave me lesser,
Don't let da 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 swear I'll leave,
I got ya son next to me,
If you die I'll raise him as my own, may your soul be free,

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

2

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

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

3

My girl me if I really care,
I asked why! She said she been through some stuff and I ain't never there,
Life ain't fair,
But I you baby girl, sorry if I cost you tears,
I'm here listening ears,
Lately I been by my peers and I took it kinda hard,
My best tried to send me to the morgue,
She said for two I been gone and we grew 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 she can't cuz she's havin his baby,
Two weeks pregnant, in my head are driving me crazy,
I gave you my heart and how you repay me,
Felt torn cuz she was hell of a lady,
But I ain't mad though, no love for thugz,
Pac told me no love for us,
What to da love and trust.

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

(Martin Luther Jr. Vocals)
We have been forced to a where we are going to have to grapple with the problems 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 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 colored peoples of the world out of their long years of poverty, their long years of hurt and neglect; the world is doomed.