Luyện nghe bài hát Been Through the Storm

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

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

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

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

On the other hand, mommy was the type to work two
Never enough money, that's why I got your crew robbed
Got older, developed ways of the steel
home for me to see her, or get a good cooked meal

Seek refuge in the alleged land of the free,
Blendin' in city folk, down in Flat bush 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 other I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom and pop be worryin' for they son, despite struggle
And their honest livin', look and see just what I
A scavenger in brute pursuit to be happy, another and
wildin' across the line until somebody 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