Luyện nghe bài hát Been Through the Storm

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

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

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

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

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, mommy was the to work two jobs
Never enough money, why I got your whole crew robbed
Got older, ways of grippin' 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, in Flat bush Brooklyn
Feel a little of my pain, follow and to it
Homey, I seen it all, if you ain't knowin' I been it
In words I

Been through the storm, through the cold and
Every thing's still the
control how I feel
Sometimes it's to keep it real

You see the luxuries in life, with the and fame
Like them Cadillacs 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
Every day landlord down my do'
Wonderin' where my next blessing is from

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

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

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

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

It's kinda bein' humble in the belly of struggle
Doin' things that get you in trouble
That's why we stay up on the block, gettin'
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', look and see what I become
A scavenger in brute pursuit to be happy, another and
That's wildin' across the until somebody tryin' to cap me, oh shit

I been 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