Luyện nghe bài hát Take My Pain

(master p chorus)

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

(fiend talking)

There comes a time, where uhhh, you things of yourself, when you
Lose someone, how you gonna that feelin away? I got sons of funk,
An me fiend, an my people, p an silkk
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 this cruel world it's hard to 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 except I lost my brother,
An to be stong an juss to go on since we shared the mother,
Pillows an covers can't smother the pain I have,
Sometimes I like I lost my better half, so sad,
But the way of the ghetto,
See yo life is already made, it's an accomplishment to "a" grade,
See hate my city, givin us the pushers an tramps for our highs,
Sellin they of food stamps at night,
I light the porch lamp, my lil cousin came in,
'cause I can't to lose another gender life,
But livin bend you could lose it if it came today,
It rained away, you be wonderin how to take the away.

(chorus-sons of funk)

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

(master p x4)

2-(master p)

Ughhh! lord the ain't the same, from the cradel to the grave,
Dear mama yo head up I'm tryin ta get paid,
These ghetto tears got me out there to scream,
My auntie 35, but 17 off a dope fiend,
I live my whole life to stack chips,
An it's a shame when yo own homie, yo ship,
An mama cryin......'cause be packed,
An all yo family an friends 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 between heaven an hell,
In the ? ? ? tory, wit fiends an crack cells.

(chorus x2)
(master p x4)

3-(silkk the shocker)

You catch 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,
Instead I was born son of a, killa, surrounded by an fiends,
Dear God I got some questions, that you can answer,
Why my brother got shot, an my grandmother of cancer,
Now through it all I to ball an keep it real,
say they don't feel what I feel,
I guess 'cause don't live where I live,
See my mom to be strong, my brother died
wanna see her cry,
But I her through the face of the mirror
Wipin tears her eyes,
An my door neighbor committed suicide, was it 'cause of stress,
An if it was, was it that bad that he had to choose

(chorus until ends)
(master p x4)

(fiend talking)

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