Luyện nghe bài hát Been Through the Storm

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

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

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

My momma and poppa, to the U.S. as Jamaicans
to get visas and green cards through immigration
Though my pop was po', 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, the pretty skin of my mother's face
Dig for 'til his hands looked like hands of a junkie
So coarse, slap a mule and take the life from a

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

Seek refuge in the land of the free, lookin'
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 I been through it
In other I

Been through the storm, the cold and rain
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 sunroofs mayne
So many ways to a dollar
Huh, sometimes I think my father

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

Got a little older, late teens, me and my crew huddle
On the corner late nights, 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 was serious
jeans bounce, put whatever slinger on
Whatever slinger came back, quickly brought me along

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

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

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

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

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