Luyện nghe bài hát Stress

Hey
is our last 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 much to live illegal
My uncle on row
to get the needle
Holla if you hear me,
This game is evil
A river runnin through the ghetto
That new baby
In the
She been for a week
While the dope momma
Gettin high on the
Gettin by police
Still prayin for
Niggas playin for
tape and white sheets
And time is going by so
I plead
My my homies
of swallowing rocks
To them cops on the block
Sick of judges, lawyers, and cell
This ghetto got me about death
When it stop
Either you punch the
Or you up shop

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

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

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

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

2]
Gettin by the hands of a buster
Over
Last night my little homie cought a in the neck
Look in his
He kinda looked surprised in his breath
But life on for niggas
up they set
In
In the ghetto when this shit stoppin
run in your crib
And references to why your momma
Washin
with a fly
Chasin a
And gettin from a bitch
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 baby
Feds, watch a
to make the bus
But stay strapped
And gats, we (C'mon)

3]
Bill Clinton in the White
hoes
Innocent gettin shot on my block
Casket
Hear the niggas in the blocks
for freedom
Tryin to cop a cigarette for
they need them
Remember JJ got
In a high speed
Busted in the
the license plate
My is fatality
I verbalize pain before I be casualty
beam on the glock
aim and pop
You see me for a second
And your and got
I try to these young kids
Go to
They wanna smoke weed, bang, and act a fool
They don't hear me

man
It's sad you
We ain't got no jump
Can't football
We ain't got no for college
But I see these on the block
Rolling with their fancy
Fancy
hoes
Nigga, I'ma get it how I
You
I'ma y'all young niggas advice
Don't get nigga
Get what you for
To many dying
Trying to prove something to another
Be true to
to what you know nigga
Stay true to the