Luyện nghe bài hát Violence

War, pain, should stop!

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

War, pain, violence stop!

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

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