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 die; 10
And if he die then he probably do em again
passionate catastrophe, to genocidal blasphemy
No respect for humanity, resort to insanity
bang on the glass, call it window pain
Jumping out the window tryna get my frame the frame
range; when he point, I just blank-out
Felt my heart sank that bang 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 for livin
We bought the lie we can't be forgiven for all our
is the religion, service 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 than shoes on the left feet
Highway to hell and we for the best seat
No heart, got no name
Little boys bang but dem barely got a brain
Dem got aim, but they shooting for nothin
They rob a of her brother for a couple a hunded
They that life is cheap but it's expensive as ever
They'll be sentenced to 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 bombarded by all these of bravado
You ain't really a man if you don't follow these
But the weakest ones follow, the strong
You can forgive if you understand you forgiven