Luyện nghe bài hát Take My Pain

(master p chorus)

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

(fiend talking)

comes a time, where 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
ready to tell 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 to walk these streets bein sober,
It hurts, to get over all the weight on my shoulders,
Mom used to be babysitters 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 already made, an accomplishment to pass "a" grade,
See hate my city, givin us the pushers an tramps for our highs,
they book of food stamps at night,
I light the lamp, until my lil cousin came in,
'cause I can't to lose another gender life,
But this 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 is a shame, I can't hide this pain. (x2)

(master p x4)

2-(master p)

Ughhh! the world ain't the same, from the cradel to the grave,
Dear mama keep yo up I'm tryin ta get paid,
These tears got me out there wantin to scream,
My auntie 35, but bumpin 17 off a fiend,
I my whole life 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 it's a shame, to see homies this earth,
Some say ball, til you fall, now it's an dirt,
Sometimes, I feel 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,
Tryin to find to questions, no one can seem to explain,
I been born son of a king,
I was born son of a, killa, surrounded by dealaz 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,
They say they feel what I feel,
I guess 'cause don't live where I live,
See my mom to be strong, my brother died
Didn't see her cry,
But I seen her through the of the mirror
tears from her eyes,
An my door neighbor committed suicide, was it 'cause of stress,
An if it was, was it bad that he had to choose death?

(chorus song ends)
(master p x4)

(fiend talking)

Sittin here tryin to take the pain away, see this one
This for all my ghetto fiends out
these street wars, to all my no limit soldiers
To in the penitentary, I feel 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