Luyện nghe bài hát Straighten It Out

Let's it out all of this black-on-black
Brown-on-brown, in town
Because I'm sick of seeing my sketches
Scattered all the ground

Since these murders occur single day
So put the gun away because I to live
To see day, a happy day
Where there's peace between
within races and no division in the congregations

No pimps and drug dealers on every corner
A homeless people struggling with no freeze
And they pump for quarters, I am talkin' a world of peace
With no mo' caskets if you know rows
Like most of my homies that have deceased

No more murderers, diseases or suicides, time we all wake up
And wipe the from my sleepy eyes
And things out like a ruler 'cause nowadays
The cart we is full of hate, killas and runaways

I'm sick of it, so I'll be the brother to shout
Let's straighten it out 'cause together we can it out

Let's straighten it out, from the west side to the east
Let's straighten it out, the north side to the south side
Let's it out, from the east side to the west side
Let's straighten it out, from the south side to the side

I wish would tell me why
We can't just straighten out all mess
At times I think my fat be a bulletproof vest
Got all these homies claiming south side, west
side, north side, Asian, Black and Brown pride

It seems that there's no mo hope, my own people's me
Their guns and try to push me the dope, I can't
But I gotta, why? Because I'm of all the shots ringing
the sixty-fo and hollas

Remember where we was family, where we kick it
And not worry about own kind killin' ya'
Seems like all we about is money and fame
Drugs in the game, it's me softly

Like Lauren the Fugees sang
Man, what's it gonna take for us to up
love is the only gang sign we throw up?
'Cause all our headin' straight for the morgue

we put down the guns
And start to in the Lord
Let's it out

I what could make a man hit a woman wit' a furious hand
Somebody tell me because I don't seem to understand
And then we wonder why kids is bangin' with none at home
It seems the is the one givin' they kids a trainin'

'em down, with your fists and a buckle of a belt
To prideful to accept that you needed some help
So you kept strikin' like thirsty bats out of hell
But what you did was wrong, and listen to my song

It breaks my in two when I see the things you put them through
Why do you do all the things that you do?
Spiritually guided with and rags on both your wives
Not knowin' you was led by demons you made them cry

But you quit till they finally ran away from home
Then wife left you too and now your sad and all alone
thinkin' about everything your family could have been
So now squeezin' the trigger to leave this life of sin