Luyện nghe bài hát Violence

War, pain, violence stop!

1:
4-fever, 9
Dem a want a cuz the streets is finna heat up
Six ways to die; choose 10
And if he don't die then he do em again
From catastrophe, to genocidal blasphemy
No respect for humanity, they resort to
Head bang on the glass, it window pain
Jumping out the tryna get my frame through the frame
Close when he point, I just blank-out
Felt my heart sank when that bang rang out
Now you got yo out, you take life, you give it
You took his life away, but you gave yours up to
No wanna listen, no reason for
We bought the lie we be forgiven for all our sinnin
is the religion, service 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 than right shoes on the left feet
Highway to hell and we fighting for the seat
No heart, bullets got no
Little boys wanna bang but dem got a brain
Dem barely got aim, but they shooting for
They rob a sister of her brother for a a hunded
They thinkin that is cheap but it's expensive as ever
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 follow models
But the weakest ones follow, the reconsider
You can much if you understand you forgiven