Luyện nghe bài hát Stress Factors

Why give a reason to I believe and I die,
Felonies birth for a man with heathenish eyes,
They're the lies, I'm breathing a cry,
I stepped to Allah, the most simple of my...
siting's, I told of how the truth is blinding...
There was a brick road but now I'm not finding...
My path, me and reality clashed, opened...
me to embrace my past for hoping...
To gain focus and put in motion these notions,
But being 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 Crazed mans methods of reform...
with bombs, pistols, bottons and satellites,
On a mission to kill a of religious hermaphrodite's,
All out of spite, and along those I'm nominated...
To fight for peace and of rights, serenaded...
In grit and I now spit on life, I will take the Honor...
To defend knifes, grenades and plates of armor,
On the road of to kill Osama, fucking Parana,
That's the Devil in the flesh, and he who I detest,
Has set standards for a ill prepared patriotic test,
But I'm 17 and the 18 is now under press, It's worse,
When black and under this stress of avoiding this curse,
of delivered to momz in a Hearst, times was wasted drinking corona...
Now in a coma, next stop is the Corona, leave your persona,
who owns ya.

Man I'm a lot of stress.