Luyện nghe bài hát Take My Pain

(master p chorus)

Feel my pain, my pain
ghetto got me goin 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 away? I got 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 wakin soldier,
'cause in this cruel world it's hard to walk streets bein sober,
It hurts, to get over all the weight on my shoulders,
Mom to be babysitters buyin 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 that I have,
Sometimes I like I lost my better half, so sad,
But the way of the ghetto,
See yo life is already made, an accomplishment to pass "a" grade,
See they my city, givin us the pushers an tramps for our highs,
Sellin 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 livin this bend you could lose it if it 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 is a shame, I can't hide this pain. (x2)

(master p x4)

2-(master p)

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

(chorus x2)
(master p x4)

3-(silkk the shocker)

You might catch me, walkin wit my down,
In the rain,
Tryin to answers to questions, no one can seem to explain,
I been born son of a king,
Instead I was 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 don't feel what I feel,
I guess 'cause they don't live I live,
See my mom to be strong, my brother died
wanna see her cry,
But I seen her the face of the mirror
tears from her eyes,
An my next neighbor committed 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 ghetto fiends out
Fightin these street wars, to all my no limit
To in the penitentary, I feel yo pain
This ain't nuthin bein free, tryin to take the pain away
in peace
Kevin bailey, kevin miller. tryin to take the pain away,