Luyện nghe bài hát Been Through the Storm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Reaganomics ever curious
To other cities, out of town kick was serious
jeans bounce, put whatever slinger on
Whatever slinger back, quickly brought me right along

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

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

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

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, young and
That's wildin' across the line somebody tryin' to cap me, oh shit

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