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 ways to die; choose 10
And if he die then he probably do em again
From passionate catastrophe, to genocidal
No respect for humanity, resort to insanity
Head on the glass, call it window pain
Jumping out the window tryna get my frame through the
Close range; when he point, I blank-out
Felt my heart sank when bang thang rang out
Now you got yo thang out, you take life, you it
You took his life away, but you yours up to system
No listen, no reason for livin
We bought the lie we can't be for all our sinnin
is the religion, service is in a prison
Ignorance got a slave and our name in the

War, pain, should stop!

Bad man, bad man, gun man, bad man
bullet, pow-pow. Body bag man.
No bother with no war. No with no violence.
No bother with the silence

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