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 die then he probably do em again
passionate catastrophe, to genocidal blasphemy
No respect for humanity, resort to insanity
Head on the glass, call it window pain
Jumping out the window tryna get my frame the frame
Close range; when he point, I blank-out
Felt my heart sank when 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 reason for
We bought the lie we can't be for all our sinnin
Killin is the religion, is in a prison
Ignorance got a and our name 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 with the six-feet-rest-in-peace 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 right shoes on the left feet
Highway to hell and we fighting for the best
No heart, bullets got no
Little boys bang but dem barely got a brain
Dem barely got aim, but shooting for nothin
They rob a sister of her brother for a couple a
They that life is cheap but it's 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 by all these images of bravado
You really a man if you don't follow these models
But the weakest ones follow, the strong
You can forgive if you understand you forgiven