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 choose 10
And if he die then he probably do em again
passionate catastrophe, to genocidal blasphemy
No respect for humanity, they resort to
Head bang on the glass, call it pain
Jumping out the window tryna get my frame through the
Close range; when he point, I blank-out
Felt my heart sank when that thang rang out
Now you got yo thang out, you life, you give it
You took his away, but you gave yours up to system
No wanna listen, no reason for
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 with no war. No with no violence.
No bother with the silence

2:
Grew up under Tupac: bible verse and two
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 fighting for the seat
No heart, got no name
Little wanna bang but dem barely got a brain
Dem barely got aim, but they for nothin
They rob a sister of her 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 tell em (simmer down brethren), but they like
Too scared of broke to think about being betta
Plus, we get bombarded by all these images of
You ain't really a man if you don't these models
But the weakest ones follow, the reconsider
You can forgive much if you understand you