Luyện nghe bài hát Been Through the Storm

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

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

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

As a young and peep how much they loved other's space
His hard hands rubbin, the pretty skin of my mother's face
Dig for treasure 'til his hands looked 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
enough money, that's why I got your whole crew robbed
Got older, developed of grippin' the steel
Barely home for me to see her, or get a cooked meal

Seek refuge in the alleged land of the free,
in with city folk, down in Flat bush 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 through the storm, through the and rain
Every thing's the same
Can't how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to it real

You see the in life, with the fortune and fame
Like them 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
Tryin' to blend in with them city
Every day landlord knockin' my do'
Wonderin' where my next is comin' from

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

1987 Reaganomics curious
To visit other cities, out of town kick was
Guyanese jeans bounce, put whatever on
Whatever slinger came back, quickly 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, into shit
we innocent, actin' older than should

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

kinda hard bein' humble in the belly of struggle
Doin' things that get you in trouble
why we stay up on the block, gettin' money
While we keepin' it in front of churchgoers keepin' the faith

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

I been through the storm, through the cold and
Everything's still the same, control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to it real
Wooh, yeah, oh