Luyện nghe bài hát Been Through the Storm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

1987 Reaganomics curious
To visit other cities, out of kick was serious
Guyanese jeans bounce, put slinger on
slinger came back, quickly brought me right along

Nigga ran away from home, doin' different shit
Just to put a pair of 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 thugs who try to choke and try to get niggaz
'bout my mom and pop, while I'm monopolizin'
To hell with just by and economizin'

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

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

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