Luyện nghe bài hát Take My Pain

(master p chorus)

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

(fiend talking)

There a time, where uhhh, you have 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 to tell you how I feel, trapped, everyday life.

1- (fiend)

Everytime I open my eyes, I thank God for this soldier,
'cause in this cruel world it's hard to walk these streets sober,
It hurts, to get over all the weight on my shoulders,
Mom used to be babysitters boulders,
It's all on me to except that I lost my brother,
An to be an juss to go on since we shared the same mother,
an covers can't smother the pain that I have,
Sometimes I feel 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 they hate my city, givin us the an tramps for our highs,
Sellin they of food stamps at night,
I the porch lamp, until 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)

me what 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! the world 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 my whole life to stack some chips,
An a shame when yo own homie, sank yo ship,
An mama cryin......'cause be packed,
An all yo family an friends in black,
An it's a shame, to see homies leave earth,
Some say ball, til you fall, now it's an dirt,
Sometimes, I feel like I'm between heaven an hell,
In the ghetto's ? ? ? tory, wit fiends an cells.

(chorus x2)
(master p x4)

3-(silkk the shocker)

You might catch me, walkin wit my down,
In the rain,
to find answers to questions, no one can seem to explain,
I been born son of a king,
Instead I was born son of a, killa, by dealaz an fiends,
Dear God I got some questions, that you can answer,
Why my brother got shot, an my 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 don't where I live,
See my mom tried to be strong, my brother
Didn't see her cry,
But I seen her through the face of the
Wipin tears her eyes,
An my next door neighbor 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 these street wars, to all my no soldiers
To everybody in the penitentary, I yo pain
This ain't nuthin bein free, tryin to take the pain away
Rest in
Kevin bailey, kevin miller. tryin to the pain away, fiend