Luyện nghe bài hát Violence

War, pain, should stop!

1:
4-fever, 9
Dem a want a heater cuz the streets is finna up
Six million ways to choose 10
And if he don't die he probably do em again
From passionate catastrophe, to blasphemy
No respect for humanity, resort to insanity
Head bang on the glass, call it window
Jumping out the window tryna get my frame the frame
Close range; when he point, I just
Felt my heart sank when that thang rang out
Now you got yo out, you take life, you give it
You his life away, but you gave yours up to system
No wanna listen, no reason for
We bought the lie we be forgiven for all our sinnin
Killin is the religion, service is in a
Ignorance got a slave and our in the mentions

War, pain, should stop!

Bad man, bad man, gun man, bad man
bullet, pow-pow. Body bag man.
No with no war. No bother with no violence.
No bother the six-feet-rest-in-peace silence

2:
Grew up under bible verse and two glocks
Say we to die, see a ghetto in the sky
be more wrong than right shoes on the left feet
Highway to hell and we for the best seat
No heart, got no name
Little boys wanna bang but dem barely got a
Dem barely got aim, but shooting for nothin
rob a sister of her brother for a couple a hunded
They thinkin that life is cheap but it's expensive as
They'll be sentenced to forever for them heartless
I try to tell em (simmer down brethren), but they like
Too scared of being broke to think being betta
Plus, we get bombarded by all these images of
You ain't really a man if you don't these models
But the ones follow, the strong reconsider
You can much if you understand you forgiven