Luyện nghe bài hát Stress

Hey
This is our time bonita
this, we out
I'm you
We die
An eye for an eye (In Italian)
A for a tooth (In Italian)
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a
All my
me

1]
I can't
So stress to live illegal
My on death row
Waiting to get the
Holla if you me, people
This game is evil
A bloody river runnin through the
That new born
In the
She been for a week
While the fiend momma
high on the street
Gettin beat by
Still prayin for
Niggas playin for
Yellow and white sheets
And time is by so slowy
I insanity
My family my
Sick of swallowing
To them cops on the block
of judges, lawyers, and cell blocks
This ghetto got me thinkin about
When will it
Either you the clock
Or you open up

Everyday I'm livin stress
So I smoke the cess (I wanna die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my

Everyday I'm livin stress
So I smoke the (Please don't let me die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my

Everyday I'm livin with
So I smoke the cess (I wanna die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my

Everyday I'm with stress
So I smoke the cess (Please let me die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my

2]
Gettin murdered by the hands of a
Over
Last my little homie cought a bullet in the neck
in his eyes
He kinda surprised in his last breath
But goes on for niggas
up they set
In
In the ghetto this shit ain't stoppin
Niggas run in your
And make references to why momma
Washin
Never a fly
a high
And gettin AIDS a bitch
no way to die
And everyday I'm signs
Of the end of the
My nigga Bobby himself and his lady
In of his baby girl
Feds, a nigga
to make the bus
But niggas strapped
And gats, we (C'mon)

3]
Bill Clinton in the White
hoes
Innocent kids gettin shot on my
Casket
Hear the niggas in the cell
for freedom
Tryin to cop a for stress
they need them
Remember JJ got
In a speed chase
Busted in the
the license plate
My reality is
I verbalize before I be another casualty
beam on the glock
aim and pop
You see me for a second
And dead and got
I try to tell young kids
Go to
They wanna weed, gang bang, and act a fool
don't hear me though

man
It's sad you
We ain't got no shot
play football
We ain't got no money for
But I see these on the block
Rolling their fancy cars
Fancy
Fancy
Nigga, I'ma get it how I
You
I'ma y'all young niggas some
Don't get greedy
Get what you for
To niggas dying
Trying to prove something to another
Be true to
True to you know nigga
Stay true to the