Luyện nghe bài hát Stress

Hey
This is our last time
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 for a tooth
All my
me

1]
I rest
So much to live illegal
My on death row
Waiting to get the
if you hear me, people
This dope is evil
A bloody river runnin the ghetto
That new baby
In the
She been for a week
While the dope momma
Gettin on the street
Gettin beat by
prayin for peace
Niggas playin for
Yellow and white sheets
And time is going by so
I insanity
My my homies
of swallowing rocks
To avoid cops on the block
Sick of judges, lawyers, and blocks
This ghetto got me thinkin about
will it stop
Either you punch the
Or you up shop

Everyday I'm livin with
So I the cess (I don't wanna die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my

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

I'm livin with stress
So I the cess (I don't wanna die in the ghetto)
To the get the of my chest

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

2]
Gettin murdered by the hands of a
respect
Last night my homie cought a bullet in the neck
Look in his
He kinda looked surprised in his breath
But life goes on for
Throwin up set
In
In the ghetto when shit ain't stoppin
Niggas run in your
And make to why your momma
Washin
Never a fly
Chasin a
And AIDS from a bitch
no way to die
And I'm seeing signs
Of the end of the
My nigga killed himself and his lady
In front of his baby
Feds, a nigga
Tryin to the bus
But stay strapped
And gats, we (C'mon)

3]
Bill Clinton in the House
Fucking
Innocent kids shot on my block
Casket
Hear the niggas in the blocks
Screaming for
to cop a cigarette for stress
Cause they them
Remember JJ got
In a speed chase
in the back
Through the plate
My is fatality
I verbalize pain I be another casualty
Infared on the glock
aim and pop
You see me for a second
And dead and got
I try to these young 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 play
We ain't got no money for
But I see these niggas on the
Rolling with their fancy
Fancy
Fancy
Nigga, I'ma get it how I
You
I'ma y'all young some advice
Don't get nigga
Get what you for
To niggas dying
Trying to prove something to another
Be to yourself
to what you know nigga
Stay to the gizzame