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 to live illegal
My uncle on row
to get the needle
Holla if you me, people
This game is evil
A bloody river runnin the ghetto
That new baby
In the
She dead for a week
While the dope momma
high on the street
Gettin beat by
prayin for peace
Niggas for keeps
Yellow tape and sheets
And time is by so slowy
I insanity
My my homies
Sick of swallowing
To avoid them cops on the
Sick of judges, lawyers, and blocks
This got me thinkin about death
When will it
Either you punch the
Or you open up

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

Everyday I'm with 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 (I don't wanna die in the ghetto)
To the get the of my chest

Everyday I'm livin with
So I smoke the (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 my little homie cought a bullet in the neck
Look in his
He kinda looked surprised in his last
But life on for niggas
Throwin up set
In
In the ghetto when this shit ain't
Niggas run in your
And references to why your momma
Washin
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 Bobby killed himself and his lady
In front of his girl
Feds, a nigga
Tryin to the bus
But stay strapped
And gats, we (C'mon)

3]
Bill Clinton in the House
hoes
Innocent gettin shot on my block
closed
Hear the in the cell blocks
Screaming for
Tryin to cop a for stress
Cause need them
Remember JJ got
In a high speed
in the back
Through the license
My is fatality
I verbalize pain I be another casualty
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
They wanna smoke weed, gang bang, and act a
They hear me though

man
It's sad you
We ain't got no shot
Can't football
We ain't got no money for
But I see these on the block
with their fancy cars
Fancy
Fancy
Nigga, get it how I live
You
I'ma young niggas some advice
Don't get greedy
Get you came for
To many niggas
Trying to prove something to another
Be to yourself
to what you know nigga
Stay true to the