Luyện nghe bài hát Been Through the Storm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

1987 Reaganomics curious
To visit other cities, out of town 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' older than

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

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

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

I through the storm, through the cold and rain
Everything's still the same, control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to it real
Wooh, yeah, oh