Luyện nghe bài hát Take My Pain

(master p chorus)

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

(fiend talking)

There comes a time, uhhh, you have things of yourself, when you
Lose someone, how you gonna take that feelin 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 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 over all the on my shoulders,
Mom to be babysitters buyin boulders,
all on me to really except that I lost my brother,
An to be stong an juss to go on we shared the same mother,
an covers can't smother the pain that I have,
Sometimes I feel like I my better half, so sad,
But the way of the ghetto,
See yo life is made, it's an accomplishment to pass "a" grade,
See they my city, givin us the pushers an tramps for our highs,
Sellin they book of food at night,
I light the porch lamp, until my lil cousin in,
'cause I can't afford to 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)

Tell me we gonna do? the world ain't the same man,
The way we live is a shame, I hide this 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 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 life to stack some chips,
An it's a when yo own homie, sank yo ship,
An mama cryin......'cause be packed,
An all yo family an dressed in black,
An it's a shame, to see leave this earth,
say ball, til you fall, now it's ashes an dirt,
Sometimes, I feel like I'm trapped heaven an hell,
In the ghetto's ? ? ? tory, wit 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,
Dear God I got some questions, that you can answer,
Why my got shot, an my grandmother died of cancer,
Now through it all I tried to ball an it real,
They say they feel what I feel,
I 'cause they don't live where I live,
See my mom tried to be strong, my brother
Didn't see her cry,
But I seen her through the 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 song ends)
(master p x4)

(fiend talking)

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