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 for a tooth
All my
me

1]
I can't
So stress to live illegal
My uncle on row
Waiting to get the
Holla if you me, people
dope game is evil
A bloody river through the ghetto
That new baby
In the
She dead for a week
While the dope fiend
high on the street
Gettin by police
prayin for peace
Niggas playin for
Yellow tape and white
And time is going by so
I plead
My family my
Sick of rocks
To them cops on the block
Sick of judges, lawyers, and cell
This got me thinkin about death
When will it
Either you the clock
Or you open up

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 of my chest

I'm livin with 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 of my chest

2]
Gettin murdered by the of a buster
Over
Last night my little homie a bullet in the neck
Look in his
He looked surprised in his last breath
But goes on for niggas
Throwin up set
In
In the ghetto when this shit ain't
run in your crib
And make references to why your
Washin
Never a fly
Chasin a
And gettin AIDS from a
no way to die
And I'm seeing signs
Of the end of the
My Bobby killed himself and his lady
In front of his girl
Feds, a nigga
Tryin to the bus
But niggas stay
And gats, we (C'mon)

3]
Bill Clinton in the House
hoes
Innocent kids gettin on my block
closed
Hear the niggas in the blocks
Screaming for
Tryin to cop a for stress
Cause they them
Remember JJ got
In a high chase
Busted in the
Through the license
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 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 ain't got no shot
play football
We ain't got no money for
But I see these on the block
Rolling with fancy cars
gold
Fancy
Nigga, get it how I live
You
y'all young niggas some advice
Don't get greedy
Get you came for
To niggas dying
Trying to prove something to nigga
Be true to
True to you know nigga
true to the gizzame