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, where uhhh, you have things of yourself, 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 these streets bein sober,
It hurts, tryin to get over all the 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,
Pillows an covers can't smother the that I have,
Sometimes I feel like I 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 my city, givin us the pushers an tramps for our highs,
Sellin they book of stamps at night,
I light the porch lamp, until my lil cousin in,
'cause I can't afford to another gender life,
But livin this bend you could lose it if it today,
It away, you be wonderin how to take the pain away.

(chorus-sons of funk)

Tell me what we gonna do? the 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, the cradel to the grave,
Dear mama keep yo head up I'm ta get paid,
These ghetto tears got me out there to scream,
My auntie 35, but bumpin 17 off a fiend,
I my whole life to stack some chips,
An a shame when yo own homie, sank yo ship,
An cryin......'cause church's be packed,
An all yo family an friends in black,
An it's a shame, to see homies this earth,
Some say ball, til you fall, now ashes an dirt,
Sometimes, I feel I'm trapped between heaven an hell,
In the ghetto's ? ? ? tory, wit 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 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 brother got shot, an my died of cancer,
Now through it all I tried to an keep it real,
They say don't feel what I feel,
I guess 'cause they don't 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 tears her eyes,
An my next door neighbor suicide, was it 'cause of stress,
An if it was, was it that bad that he had to death?

(chorus until ends)
(master p x4)

(fiend talking)

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