Luyện nghe bài hát Take My Pain

(master p chorus)

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

(fiend talking)

There comes a time, where uhhh, you things of yourself, when you
Lose someone, how you gonna take that feelin I got sons of funk,
An me fiend, an my people, master p an
They ready to tell you how I feel, trapped, life.

1- (fiend)

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

(chorus-sons of funk)

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

(master p x4)

2-(master p)

Ughhh! lord the ain't the same, from 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 35, but bumpin 17 off a dope fiend,
I live my whole life to stack chips,
An it's a shame yo own homie, sank yo ship,
An mama cryin......'cause be packed,
An all yo family an dressed in black,
An a shame, to see homies leave this earth,
Some say ball, til you fall, now ashes an dirt,
Sometimes, I feel like I'm between heaven an hell,
In the ? ? ? tory, wit fiends an crack cells.

(chorus x2)
(master p x4)

3-(silkk the shocker)

You might catch me, walkin wit my down,
In the rain,
to find answers to questions, no one can seem to explain,
I coulda born son of a king,
Instead I was born son of a, killa, by dealaz an fiends,
Dear God I got questions, that maybe you can answer,
Why my got shot, an my grandmother died of cancer,
Now through it all I to ball an keep it real,
They say they don't feel I feel,
I 'cause they don't live 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
Wipin tears her eyes,
An my next door neighbor committed suicide, was it of stress,
An if it was, was it bad that he had to choose death?

(chorus song ends)
(master p x4)

(fiend talking)

Sittin here tryin to the pain away, see this one here
This for all my ghetto out there
Fightin these street wars, to all my no soldiers
To everybody in the penitentary, I feel yo
This ain't nuthin like free, tryin to take the pain away
Rest in
Kevin bailey, miller. tryin to take the pain away, fiend