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 when it is dark enough can you see the stars,
Men in some strange are responding,
Something is in our world.

1

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

2

From day one it's me and you living that street life,
Spitting rhymes 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 all day banging scary ho's,
Girls we barely know,
You ain't my no more,
You made it out da streets, you don't 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 that they Hebrews,
But see through,
One I've learned in life,
Never follow a weak 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 hustle from year, I see it clear,
Silent cries and dark nights, alright,
Sparking all night, my heart cries,
Black hoodies and black shoes, got jewels,
Stab and tattoos, my heart's bruised,
from the block to da top, smart move,
Real thugz got too.

3

My girl asked me if I care,
I asked why! She said she been going through stuff and I ain't never there,
Life never fair,
But I love you baby girl, sorry if I you tears,
I'm here with 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 been and we grew apart,
So she turned to another nigga to mend her heart,
I'm thinking this a joke, I'm broken thoughts,
a bullet 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 you my heart 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,
What to da love and trust.

Stormy or free air, I'll 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 hoodies and shoes, ain't got jewels,
Stab and tattoos, my heart's bruised,
from the block to da top, smart move,
Real got hearts too.

(Martin King Jr. Vocals)
We have been forced to a point we are going to have to grapple with the problems that men have been trying to grapple with through history,
But the demands force them to do it, survival demands that we grapple with them,
Men for years now have been about war and peace, But now no longer 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 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.