Luyện nghe bài hát Stormy Weather

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

1

Walking down this 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 and clapped, pronounced dead on stretcher,
I deserve more but gave me lesser,
let da crazies stress ya,
There ain't no for a felon,
Can't get no job so dope that we sellin,
And I cry for my brother, mails to da jail that he dwell in,
And my reads,
Keep ya up, stay strong cuz we forever G's,
I swear never 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 hustle each year, I see it clear,
Silent cries and nights, it's alright,
weed all night, my heart cries,
Black and black shoes, ain't got jewels,
Stab and tattoos, my heart's bruised,
Elevated from the to da top, smart move,
Real got hearts too.

2

From day one it's me and you living that street life,
Spitting under street lights,
ran from 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 scary ho's,
Girls we barely know,
You ain't my 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 they desire then watch how they you,
is evil,
Got niggaz thinking they Hebrews,
But see through,
One I've learned in life,
Never follow a nigga's advice,
You spiritual now, thinking you Christ,
I ain't mad though, back stabbing live ya life.

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

3

My asked me if I really care,
I asked why! She said she been going through some stuff and I never there,
ain't never fair,
But I love you baby girl, if I cost you tears,
I'm here listening ears,
Lately I betrayed by my peers and I took it kinda hard,
My best friend to send me to the morgue,
She said for two months I been and we grew apart,
So she turned to another to mend her broken heart,
I'm thinking a joke, I'm having broken thoughts,
a bullet to my heart,
I her to call it off,
She said she can't cuz she's his baby,
Two weeks pregnant, thoughts in my head are me crazy,
I gave you my heart and this how you me,
Felt kinda cuz she was hell 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 weather or free air, be there,
On da hustle each year, I see it clear,
Silent cries and dark nights, 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 thugz got too.

(Martin King Jr. Vocals)
We been forced to a point where we are going to have to grapple with the problems that men have been trying to grapple with through history,
But the didn't force them to do it, survival demands that we grapple with them,
Men for now have 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 nonviolence in this 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 of the world out of their long years of poverty, their long years of hurt and neglect; the whole world is doomed.