Luyện nghe bài hát Been Through the Storm

Been the storm, through the cold and rain
Every thing's the same
control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to keep it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

1987 Reaganomics ever
To visit other cities, out of kick was serious
Guyanese bounce, put whatever slinger on
Whatever slinger came back, quickly me right along

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

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

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

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

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