Luyện nghe bài hát Take My Pain

(master p chorus)

Feel my pain, feel my
This ghetto got me goin some thangs
God my pain. (x4)

(fiend talking)

comes a time, where uhhh, you have things of yourself, when you
Lose someone, how you gonna take feelin away? I got sons of funk,
An me fiend, an my people, p an silkk
ready to tell you how I feel, trapped, everyday life.

1- (fiend)

Everytime I open my eyes, I God for wakin this soldier,
'cause in cruel world it's hard to walk these streets bein sober,
It hurts, tryin to get over all the on my shoulders,
Mom used to be babysitters boulders,
It's all on me to except that I lost my brother,
An to be stong an to go on since we shared the same mother,
Pillows an covers can't smother the pain I have,
Sometimes I feel like I lost my half, so sad,
But the way of the ghetto,
See yo life is made, it's an accomplishment to pass "a" grade,
See they hate my city, givin us the an tramps for our highs,
Sellin they book of stamps at night,
I the porch lamp, until my lil cousin came in,
'cause I can't afford to another gender life,
But livin bend you could lose it if it came today,
It rained away, you be wonderin how to the pain away.

(chorus-sons of funk)

me what we gonna do? the world ain't the same man,
The way we live is a shame, I hide this pain. (x2)

(master p x4)

2-(master p)

Ughhh! lord the world ain't the same, the cradel to the grave,
Dear keep yo head up I'm tryin ta get paid,
These ghetto tears got me out wantin to scream,
My auntie 35, but 17 off a dope fiend,
I live my whole life to stack chips,
An it's a when yo own homie, sank yo ship,
An mama cryin......'cause be packed,
An all yo family an friends in black,
An a shame, to see homies leave this earth,
say ball, til you fall, now it's ashes an dirt,
Sometimes, I feel like I'm trapped heaven an hell,
In the ? ? ? tory, wit fiends an crack cells.

(chorus x2)
(master p x4)

3-(silkk the shocker)

You might me, walkin wit my head down,
In the rain,
Tryin to answers to questions, no one can seem to explain,
I coulda been son of a king,
Instead I was born son of a, killa, surrounded by an fiends,
Dear God I got questions, that maybe you can answer,
Why my brother got shot, an my died of cancer,
Now through it all I to ball an keep it real,
They say don't feel what I feel,
I guess 'cause they don't where I live,
See my mom tried to be strong, my brother
wanna see her cry,
But I seen her the face of the mirror
tears from her eyes,
An my next door neighbor suicide, was it 'cause of stress,
An if it was, was it that bad that he had to death?

(chorus until ends)
(master p x4)

(fiend talking)

here tryin to take the pain away, see this one here
This for all my fiends out there
these street wars, to all my no limit soldiers
To everybody in the penitentary, I feel yo
This ain't nuthin bein free, tryin to take the pain away
in peace
Kevin bailey, kevin miller. tryin to take the pain away,