Luyện nghe bài hát 2nd Chance

I to see my nigga, he doin' seventeen
One of the realist niggas, I done seen
Got wit' a bird, but his record was clean
Comin' back from Dade on a Gator wit'

He a soldier but his partner was greed
Get out he forty, went in at twenty three
How years worth one key
Some shit cost twenty grand, he get you over ten

He ain't wanna hurt nobody, he was tryna eat
He had a real job, went to work four days a
Said this his last and he was gettin' out the streets
He a good nigga, chance all he needs

Some make mistakes, all fucked up circumstance
Now life gone, probably gon' die in the pen
They done gave up on life and put it in hands
I thought this was America, what to a 2nd chance?

Some niggas make mistakes, all fucked up
Now they life gone, gon' die in the pen
They up on life and put it in God's hands
I thought was America, what happened to a 2nd chance?

I had one chance, to sentence the judge kids
And watch 'em beg for they life my niggas did
them a life sentence fo' some shit that wasn't big
'Fore they get granted they appeal, gotta do ten

gotta be on the other foot for you to understand
The scariest in the world to be a black man
What my future holds, I knew in advance
I approach life just hopin' I win

A lot us lost, we sittin' in the pen
This shit crazy 'cause God, he sin
But it come to the system that shit don't bend
I guess it do, dependin' on the of yo' skin

Some niggas mistakes, all fucked up circumstance
Now life gone, probably gon' die in the pen
They done gave up on and put it in God's hands
I thought this was America, happened to a 2nd chance?

Some niggas mistakes, all fucked up circumstance
Now they gone, probably gon' die in the pen
They gave up on life and put it in God's
I this was America, what happened to a 2nd chance?

I it was understood, nobody was perfect
So, how can one make yo' life worthless?
God made us all, put us here to serve a
life in twelve stranger's hands to come back with a verdict

But is that really fair, if they all was dirty
You mess up one time, and they come back thirty
But if you ain't got money, your family hurtin'
Then you ain't got a choice, you gotta cop out

But if you was rich, you wouldn'ta got thirty
if the judge racist, nobody'd overturn it
The system fucked up, because it ain't
to America, home of the controversy

Some niggas mistakes, all fucked up circumstance
Now they life gone, probably die in the pen
They done gave up on life and put it in hands
I thought was America, what happened to a 2nd chance?

Some niggas make mistakes, all fucked up
Now life gone, probably gon' die in the pen
They gave up on life and put it in hands
I thought was America, what happened to a 2nd chance?