Luyện nghe bài hát Stress Factors

Why a reason to try? I believe and I die,
Felonies from birth for a man heathenish eyes,
They're the lies, I'm breathing a cry,
I stepped to Allah, give the simple of my...
siting's, I told of how the truth is blinding...
There was a yellow road but now I'm not finding...
My path, me and clashed, gateways opened...
Provoking me to my past for hoping...
To gain and put in motion these lyrical notions,
But that I've knowingly noticed a horrid promotion...
Of homo's, lesbo's, and War, I'm realizing I'm torn,
In a middle of a mans methods of national reform...
Armed with bombs, pistols, and satellites,
On a mission to kill a of religious hermaphrodite's,
All out of spite, and along lines I'm nominated...
To fight for peace and of rights, serenaded...
In grit and trife I now spit on life, I will the Honor...
To defend with knifes, and plates of armor,
On the of perdition to kill Osama, fucking Parana,
That's the Devil in the flesh, and he who I detest,
Has set these standards for a ill prepared test,
But I'm 17 and the 18 is now under press, even worse,
When your black and under this stress of avoiding curse,
of being delivered to in a Hearst, times was wasted drinking corona...
Now in a coma, next stop is the Corona, leave your persona,
Guess who ya.

Man I'm a lot of stress.