Luyện nghe bài hát Violence

War, pain, violence stop!

1:
4-fever, 9
Dem a want a cuz the streets is finna heat up
Six million to die; choose 10
And if he die then he probably do em again
From catastrophe, to genocidal blasphemy
No respect for humanity, they resort to
bang on the glass, call it window pain
Jumping out the tryna get my frame through the frame
Close range; when he point, I just
Felt my heart sank when bang thang rang out
Now you got yo out, you take life, you give it
You took his life away, but you gave up to system
No wanna listen, no for livin
We bought the lie we be forgiven for all our sinnin
Killin is the religion, is in a prison
Ignorance got a and our name in the mentions

War, pain, should stop!

Bad man, bad man, gun man, bad man
bullet, pow-pow. Body bag man.
No bother no war. No bother with no violence.
No bother the six-feet-rest-in-peace silence

2:
Grew up under Tupac: bible verse and two
Say we ready to die, see a in the sky
Couldn't be wrong than right shoes on the left feet
Highway to and we fighting for the best seat
No heart, bullets got no
Little boys wanna 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 life is cheap but it's expensive as
They'll be sentenced to forever for them endeavors
I try to tell em (simmer down brethren), but they like
Too scared of being broke to think being betta
Plus, we get bombarded by all these of bravado
You ain't a man if you don't follow these models
But the weakest ones follow, the reconsider
You can much if you understand you forgiven