Luyện nghe bài hát Violence

War, pain, should stop!

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

War, pain, violence stop!

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

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 wanna bang but dem barely got a brain
Dem barely got aim, but they shooting for
They rob a of her brother for a couple a hunded
They thinkin that life is cheap but expensive as ever
They'll be sentenced to forever for heartless endeavors
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 a man if you don't follow these models
But the weakest ones follow, the reconsider
You can much if you understand you forgiven