Luyện nghe bài hát Been Through the Storm

Been through the storm, the cold and rain
Every still the same
Can't control how I
Sometimes hard to keep it real

You see the luxuries in life, the fortune and fame
Like them Cadillacs with mayne
So many ways to make a
Huh, sometimes I think about my

You see, my poppa was broke, and my was young
Tryin' to blend in with city folk
Every day knockin' down my do'
Wonderin' where my blessing is comin' from

My momma and poppa, to the U.S. as Jamaicans
to get visas and green cards through immigration
Though my pop was po', stayed away from crime and
Hard living gave him hard and callous

As a young and peep how much they loved each space
His hard hands rubbin, against the pretty of my mother's face
Dig for treasure his hands looked like hands of a junkie
So coarse, slap a mule and take the life from a

On the other hand, was the type to work two jobs
Never enough money, that's why I got your whole robbed
Got older, developed ways of grippin' the
home for me to see her, or get a good cooked meal

Seek in the alleged land of the free, lookin'
Blendin' in with city folk, down in Flat bush
a little of my pain, follow and sing to it
Homey, I seen it all, if you ain't I been through it
In words I

through the storm, through the cold and rain
Every still the same
control how I feel
Sometimes hard to keep it real

You see the luxuries in life, with the fortune and
Like them Cadillacs with mayne
So many to make a dollar
Huh, sometimes I about my father

You see, my was broke, and my momma was young
Tryin' to blend in with them city
Every day landlord knockin' my do'
Wonderin' where my next blessing is from

Got a little older, teens, me and my crew would huddle
On the corner late nights, plottin' to struggle
got cold and still would hustle in the same place
In of Pancho Delis, now the freeze up on a nigga face

1987 ever curious
To other cities, out of town kick was serious
Guyanese jeans bounce, put slinger on
Whatever slinger came back, quickly brought me right

Nigga ran from home, doin' different wild shit
to put a pair of Filas on, 'Didas on
Wreck is all for the good, gettin' into
Like we innocent, actin' than should

around broke in the hood, watchin all the rich niggaz
These younger who try to choke and try to get niggaz
Thinkin' 'bout my mom and pop, while I'm
To with just gettin' by and economizin'

It's hard bein' humble in the belly of struggle
Doin' things probably get you in trouble
That's why we stay up on the block, money
we keepin' it safe in front of churchgoers keepin' the faith

Mom and pop be worryin' for son, despite they struggle
And their honest livin', look and see what I become
A scavenger in pursuit to be happy, another young and
That's wildin' the line until somebody tryin' to cap me, oh shit

I been the storm, through the cold and rain
Everything's still the same, can't how I feel
Sometimes hard to keep it real
Wooh, yeah, oh