Luyện nghe bài hát Stress Factors

Why give a to try? I believe and I die,
Felonies from birth for a man with eyes,
They're 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 road but now I'm not finding...
My path, me and clashed, gateways opened...
me to embrace my past for hoping...
To gain and put in motion these lyrical notions,
But being that I've noticed a horrid promotion...
Of homo's, lesbo's, freaks and War, I'm I'm torn,
In a middle of a Crazed mans methods of reform...
with bombs, pistols, bottons and satellites,
On a mission to a people of religious hermaphrodite's,
All out of spite, and those lines I'm nominated...
To for peace and freedom 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 road of to kill Osama, fucking Parana,
That's the true 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 press, It's even worse,
your black and under this stress 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.