Luyện nghe bài hát Stormy Weather

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

1

Walking this lonely projects,
No money, no friend... my my only asset,
Pouring on my homies caskets,
abused by holy pastors, such holy bastards,
Listen to my cry... I take the pressure,
My brother strapped and clapped, dead on stretcher,
I more but they gave me lesser,
Don't let da crazies ya,
ain't no hope for a felon,
Can't get no job so it's that we sellin,
And I cry for my brother, mails to da jail that he dwell in,
And my reads,
ya head up, stay strong 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 be forever free,

Stormy weather or free air, be there,
On da from each year, I see it clear,
Silent and dark nights, it's alright,
weed 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,
thugz got hearts too.

2

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

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

3

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

Stormy or free air, I'll be there,
On da hustle 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 wounds and tattoos, my bruised,
from the block to da top, smart move,
Real got hearts too.

(Martin Luther Jr. Vocals)
We have been forced to a point where we are going to have to grapple with the problems that men been trying to grapple with through history,
But the demands didn't force them to do it, survival demands that we with them,
Men for years now been talking about war and peace, But now no longer can they just talk about it,
It is no longer the choice between violence and 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 of hurt and neglect; the whole world is doomed.