Luyện nghe bài hát Take My Pain

(master p chorus)

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

(fiend talking)

There comes a time, uhhh, you have things 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 open my eyes, I thank God for this soldier,
in this 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 an juss to go on since we shared the same mother,
Pillows an covers can't smother the pain I have,
Sometimes I feel like I lost my half, so sad,
But the way of the ghetto,
See yo life is made, it's an accomplishment to pass "a" grade,
See they hate my city, givin us the an tramps for our highs,
Sellin they book of food at night,
I light the porch lamp, until my lil came in,
'cause I can't afford to lose gender life,
But livin bend 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 what we gonna do? the world ain't the man,
The way we is a shame, I can't hide this pain. (x2)

(master p x4)

2-(master p)

Ughhh! lord the world the same, from the cradel to the grave,
Dear mama keep yo up I'm tryin ta get paid,
ghetto tears got me out there wantin to scream,
My 35, but bumpin 17 off a dope fiend,
I live my whole to stack some chips,
An it's a shame when yo own homie, yo ship,
An mama cryin......'cause be packed,
An all yo family an dressed in black,
An a shame, to see homies leave this earth,
Some say ball, til you fall, now ashes an dirt,
Sometimes, I feel like I'm trapped between an hell,
In the ? ? ? tory, wit fiends an crack cells.

(chorus x2)
(master p x4)

3-(silkk the shocker)

You might catch me, wit my head down,
In the rain,
Tryin to find to questions, no one can seem to explain,
I been born son of a king,
Instead I was born son of a, killa, surrounded by an fiends,
God I got some questions, that 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,
They say they don't what I feel,
I 'cause they don't live where I live,
See my mom to be strong, my brother died
wanna see her cry,
But I seen her through the face of the
Wipin from her eyes,
An my next door neighbor committed suicide, was it of stress,
An if it was, was it that bad he had to choose death?

(chorus song ends)
(master p x4)

(fiend talking)

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