Luyện nghe bài hát Take My Pain

(master p chorus)

Feel my pain, feel my
ghetto got me goin through some thangs
God my pain. (x4)

(fiend talking)

There comes a time, where uhhh, you have of yourself, when you
Lose someone, how you gonna take feelin away? I got sons of funk,
An me fiend, an my people, master p an
They ready to you how I feel, trapped, everyday life.

1- (fiend)

Everytime I my eyes, I thank God for wakin this soldier,
'cause in cruel world it's hard to walk these streets bein sober,
It hurts, tryin to get all the weight on my shoulders,
Mom to be babysitters buyin boulders,
It's all on me to really that I lost my brother,
An to be stong an juss to go on since we shared the mother,
Pillows an covers can't the pain that I have,
I feel like I lost my better half, so sad,
But the way of the ghetto,
See yo life is already made, an accomplishment to pass "a" grade,
See they hate my city, us the pushers an tramps for our highs,
Sellin they book of stamps at night,
I light the porch lamp, my lil cousin came in,
I can't afford to lose another gender life,
But livin this you could lose it if it came today,
It rained away, you be wonderin how to the pain away.

(chorus-sons of funk)

Tell me we gonna do? the world ain't the same man,
The way we live is a shame, I can't hide pain. (x2)

(master p x4)

2-(master p)

Ughhh! lord the world ain't the same, from the to the grave,
Dear mama keep yo head up I'm ta get paid,
These ghetto tears got me out wantin to scream,
My auntie 35, but bumpin 17 off a fiend,
I live my whole to stack some chips,
An it's a shame yo own homie, sank yo ship,
An mama cryin......'cause be packed,
An all yo family an dressed in black,
An it's a shame, to see leave this earth,
Some say ball, til you fall, now ashes an dirt,
Sometimes, I like I'm trapped between heaven an hell,
In the ? ? ? tory, wit fiends an crack cells.

(chorus x2)
(master p x4)

3-(silkk the shocker)

You might me, walkin wit my head down,
In the rain,
to find answers to questions, no one can seem to explain,
I coulda born son of a king,
I was born son of a, killa, surrounded by dealaz an fiends,
Dear God I got some questions, maybe you can answer,
Why my got shot, an my grandmother died of cancer,
Now it all I tried to ball an keep it real,
say they don't feel what I feel,
I guess 'cause they live where I live,
See my mom tried to be strong, my brother
wanna see her cry,
But I seen her through the of the mirror
tears from her eyes,
An my next door committed suicide, was it 'cause of stress,
An if it was, was it that bad he had to choose death?

(chorus until ends)
(master p x4)

(fiend talking)

Sittin here tryin to take the pain away, see one here
This for all my ghetto fiends out
Fightin street wars, to all my no limit soldiers
To everybody in the penitentary, I yo pain
ain't nuthin like bein free, tryin to take the pain away
Rest in
Kevin bailey, miller. tryin to take the pain away, fiend