Luyện nghe bài hát Tribulations

Intro: 62nd

I want nothing known but a bank roll.
On the side of 123rd St., bro'.
known but a bank roll.
On the side of 123rd St., bro'.
Bringing it off the currency.
Now this is tough.
I got this shit magic from to Texas trap.
With the jewels stash.
I want nothing known but a bank roll.
On the other of 123rd, bro'.
Yo, that.
I ain't want nothing but a bank roll.

Prodigal Sunn

Life is reality, is life
People living trife, the filled with strife
The gods living, writing exact, too many
Black on black crime, no vest, victim laided to rest
Life is reality, reality is
Niggaz living trife, bitches sheisty,
the gods living, exact
Too many lacks, black on crime
No vest, another victim laided to
Life is reality,
is reality, reality
Life is reality, is life
living trife, bitches living sheist
The living, writing exact
Too lacks, black on black crime
No vest, another victim laided to
Life is reality, reality, life is
is reality, reality

[Prodigal (62nd Assassin)]
bread, eliminate feds and dead heads
I seen the bloodshed, decay, torture, enslave
>From Red Hook to Compton, Green to Albany
of artillery, a symphony, millitary
Some adversaries and fairies caught the bad
Physical collision, we 'em deaf and holy like some christians
(A new incorporation, rap exoriantation
Not a reorientation, or
More and more foes is I'm chasing
Low down international business, players
Your ears pound, down erasing)
Maneuvering, moving like slugs a silencer
My of seven on your calender, fuck an amateur
(Game premeditated, crime related, rhyme
Chess, some hardest gamers, the world as entertainment)
Your time is short, change thought, rearrange your sports
Before being on a fork, I get scorched by the torch
In this of Man federation, pure meditation
Righteous advigation, for the blind in my nation
(Still through all the shot reigning
Hit grim, grain, playing half, broke that untouchable
tapping plants, by the forced in, rap street, yo extortion)

Chorus: Sunn

Life is reality, is life
living trife, the world filled with strife
The gods living, exact, too many lacks
Black on crime, no vest, another victim laided to rest
Life is reality, reality is life,

Priest (Hell Razah)]
In the beast like orcra, swim the border
Walk the water, holding the minora
Reaching for the tora, face full of
One deeper my ora, I stalk ya with the offer
Law and order, cut day shorter
Slaughter everybody in the
(Check the godly, from the to the graves
We hell raise you, break your at the table
With my Kane and Ables it gets fable
We build stables, we drop that enslave you)
Wear the bander, seven shield commander
Wave the golden banner, swinging the hammer
In the of David, we gold, true laces
braclets, niggaz on that snake ship
(There ain't no love the hatred
The cure for the in the snakepits
Created and those that's
It's too much, you fear, must scuba-gear
Got a ocean of the dry potion, we mind
We for the thugs and drug dealers
Who to be pyramid builders, ancient healers
for mirrors, all they see is cap pealers and reflection
Moon do me right, give me life, let me run in all directions)
impressions, natural infections, massive depression
Dealing with reality, fantasies is nothing but a
I see it's all vanity, humanities, who
Satanically, on the of my sanity, can't we be all family

(Various to fade)