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 million to die; choose 10
And if he don't die then he probably do em
From passionate catastrophe, to blasphemy
No respect for humanity, they resort to
bang on the glass, call it window pain
Jumping out the window tryna get my 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 took his life away, but you yours up to system
No listen, no reason for livin
We the lie we can't be forgiven 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 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 than right shoes on the feet
Highway to and we fighting for the best seat
No heart, bullets got no
Little boys bang but dem barely got a brain
Dem got aim, but they shooting for nothin
rob a sister of her brother for a couple a hunded
They thinkin that life is cheap but it's expensive as
They'll be to forever for them heartless endeavors
I try to tell em (simmer down brethren), but like whateva
Too scared of broke to think about being betta
Plus, we get by all these images of bravado
You ain't really a man if you don't these models
But the ones follow, the strong reconsider
You can forgive if you understand you forgiven