Luyện nghe bài hát Take My Pain

(master p chorus)

Feel my pain, my pain
This ghetto got me goin 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 take that feelin I got sons of funk,
An me fiend, an my people, p an silkk
They ready to tell you how I feel, trapped, life.

1- (fiend)

Everytime I my eyes, I thank God for wakin 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 really except that I my brother,
An to be stong an juss to go on since we shared the mother,
Pillows an can't smother the pain that 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 they hate my city, us the pushers an tramps for our highs,
Sellin they book of food at night,
I the porch lamp, until my lil cousin came in,
'cause I can't afford to lose another life,
But livin this bend you could lose it if it today,
It rained away, you be how to take the pain away.

(chorus-sons of funk)

Tell me what we 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! lord the world ain't the same, 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 it's a when yo own homie, sank yo ship,
An cryin......'cause church's be packed,
An all yo an friends dressed in black,
An it's a shame, to see homies leave 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 fiends an cells.

(chorus x2)
(master p x4)

3-(silkk the shocker)

You catch me, walkin wit my head down,
In the rain,
Tryin to find to questions, no one can seem to explain,
I coulda born son of a king,
I was born son of a, killa, surrounded by dealaz an fiends,
Dear God I got questions, that maybe 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 guess they don't live where I live,
See my mom tried to be strong, my died
wanna see her cry,
But I her through the face of the mirror
Wipin tears her eyes,
An my next door committed suicide, was it 'cause of stress,
An if it was, was it bad that he had to choose death?

(chorus until ends)
(master p x4)

(fiend talking)

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