Luyện nghe bài hát Been Through the Storm

Been through the storm, the cold and rain
Every thing's the same
Can't control how I
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, I think about my father

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

My momma and poppa, moved to the U.S. as
Struggled to get and green cards through immigration
my pop was po', stayed away from 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, against the 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, mommy was the to work two jobs
Never money, that's why I got your whole crew robbed
Got older, developed ways of grippin' the
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 little of my pain, follow and to it
Homey, I seen it all, if you knowin' I been through it
In other I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's kinda hard bein' humble in the of struggle
Doin' things probably get you in trouble
That's why we 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, they 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 somebody tryin' to cap me, oh shit

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