Luyện nghe bài hát Been Through the Storm

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

You see the luxuries in life, the fortune 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 in with them city folk
Every day landlord down my do'
Wonderin' my next blessing is comin' from

My and poppa, moved to the U.S. as Jamaicans
Struggled to get and green cards through immigration
Though my pop was po', away from crime and malice
Hard living gave him hard and callous

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

On the hand, mommy was the type to work two jobs
enough money, that's why I got your whole crew robbed
Got older, developed ways of 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 little of my pain, and sing to it
Homey, I seen it all, if you ain't knowin' I through it
In words I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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