Luyện nghe bài hát Stress

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

1]
I can't
So much stress to live
My uncle on row
Waiting to get the
if you hear me, people
This dope is evil
A bloody runnin through the ghetto
new born baby
In the
She dead for a week
While the fiend momma
Gettin high on the
Gettin by police
Still for peace
playin for keeps
Yellow tape and white
And time is going by so
I plead
My my homies
of swallowing rocks
To avoid them on the block
Sick of judges, lawyers, and cell
This ghetto got me thinkin about
When will it
you punch the clock
Or you open up

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

Everyday I'm livin stress
So I the cess (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

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

2]
Gettin by the hands of a buster
respect
Last night my homie cought a bullet in the neck
Look in his
He kinda surprised in his last breath
But life on for niggas
Throwin up set
In
In the ghetto when this shit ain't
run in your crib
And make to why your momma
fiends
Never a fly
a high
And AIDS from a bitch
no way to die
And everyday I'm signs
Of the end of the
My nigga Bobby himself and his lady
In front of his baby
Feds, watch a
to make the bus
But niggas stay
And gats, we (C'mon)

3]
Bill Clinton in the White
hoes
Innocent kids gettin on my block
Casket
Hear the in the cell blocks
Screaming for
Tryin to cop a for stress
Cause need them
Remember JJ got
In a speed chase
in the back
Through the plate
My is fatality
I verbalize pain before I be another
Infared beam on the
aim and pop
You see me for a second
And dead and got
I try to tell these kids
Go to
wanna smoke weed, gang bang, and act a fool
They don't hear me

man
It's sad you
We got no jump shot
Can't football
We ain't got no for college
But I see niggas on the block
Rolling with their cars
gold
Fancy
Nigga, get it how I live
You
I'ma y'all niggas some advice
Don't get greedy
Get what you for
To many dying
Trying to something to another nigga
Be true to
True to you know nigga
true to the gizzame