Luyện nghe bài hát Been Through the Storm

Been through the storm, the cold and rain
Every thing's still the
Can't how I feel
it's 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 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 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 away from and malice
Hard living gave him hard hands and

As a young and peep how they loved each other's space
His hard hands rubbin, against the pretty skin of my 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 enough money, that's why I got your whole crew
Got older, ways of grippin' the steel
Barely for me to see her, or get a good cooked meal

Seek in the alleged land of the free, lookin'
Blendin' in with city folk, down in Flat 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 the storm, through the cold and rain
Every still the same
control how I feel
Sometimes it's to keep it real

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

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

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

1987 ever curious
To visit other cities, out of 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
is all for the good, gettin' into shit
Like we innocent, actin' older than

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

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

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

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