Luyện nghe bài hát Been Through the Storm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Got a little older, late teens, me and my crew huddle
On the corner late nights, plottin' to struggle
Nights got cold and still would hustle in the place
In front of Pancho Delis, now the freeze up on a 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 away from home, doin' different shit
Just to put a pair of Filas on, on
Wreck is all for the good, into shit
Like we innocent, older than should

Walk broke in the hood, watchin all the rich niggaz
younger thugs who try to choke and try to get niggaz
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
Doin' things probably get you in trouble
That's why we up on the block, gettin' money
While we keepin' it safe in front of churchgoers the faith

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

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