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 tooth for a
All my
me

1]
I rest
So stress to live illegal
My on death row
Waiting to get the
Holla if you me, people
This game is evil
A river runnin through the ghetto
new born baby
In the
She been for a week
the dope fiend momma
Gettin on the street
Gettin by police
prayin for peace
Niggas for keeps
tape and white sheets
And is going by so slowy
I insanity
My my homies
of swallowing rocks
To avoid them cops on the
Sick of judges, lawyers, and cell
This got me thinkin about death
will it stop
Either you punch the
Or you open up

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

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

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 cess (Please let me die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my

2]
Gettin by the hands of a buster
Over
Last my little homie cought a bullet in the neck
in his eyes
He kinda looked surprised in his last
But goes on for niggas
Throwin up set
In
In the ghetto this shit ain't stoppin
Niggas run in your
And make references to why your
fiends
Never a fly
a high
And AIDS from a bitch
no way to die
And everyday I'm seeing
Of the end of the
My Bobby killed himself and his lady
In front of his girl
Feds, a nigga
to make 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 niggas in the blocks
for freedom
Tryin to cop a for stress
Cause need them
Remember JJ got
In a high chase
in the back
Through the plate
My reality is
I verbalize pain I be another casualty
beam on the glock
aim and pop
You see me for a split
And dead and got
I try to these young kids
Go to
They smoke weed, gang bang, and act a fool
They hear me though

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