Luyện nghe bài hát Stress Factors

Why give a reason to try? I and I die,
Felonies from birth for a man heathenish eyes,
conceiving the lies, I'm breathing a cry,
I to Allah, give the most simple of my...
Demonic siting's, I of how the truth is blinding...
There was a brick road but now I'm not finding...
My path, me and clashed, gateways opened...
Provoking me to my past for hoping...
To gain focus and put in motion lyrical notions,
But being that I've knowingly noticed a promotion...
Of homo's, lesbo's, and War, I'm realizing I'm torn,
In a middle of a Crazed mans methods of 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 on life, I will take the Honor...
To defend knifes, grenades and plates of armor,
On the of perdition 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,
When your black and under this stress of avoiding curse,
of being to momz in a Hearst, times was wasted drinking corona...
Now your in a coma, next stop is the Corona, leave persona,
who owns ya.

Man I'm a lot of stress.