Luyện nghe bài hát Stress Factors

Why give a reason to try? I and I die,
Felonies birth for a man with heathenish eyes,
conceiving the lies, I'm breathing a cry,
I to Allah, give the most simple of my...
siting's, I told of how the truth is blinding...
There was a yellow brick but now I'm not finding...
My path, me and reality clashed, opened...
Provoking me to embrace my for hoping...
To gain focus and put in motion these notions,
But being that 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...
with bombs, pistols, bottons and satellites,
On a to kill a people of religious hermaphrodite's,
All out of spite, and along lines I'm nominated...
To fight for and freedom 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 perdition to Osama, fucking Parana,
the true Devil in the flesh, and he who I detest,
Has set these standards for a ill patriotic test,
But I'm 17 and the 18 is now under press, It's worse,
When your black and under this of avoiding this curse,
of being delivered to momz in a Hearst, was wasted drinking corona...
Now your in a coma, stop is the Corona, leave your persona,
Guess who ya.

Man I'm a lot of stress.