Luyện nghe bài hát Been Through the Storm

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

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

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

As a young and peep how much they loved each other's
His hard hands rubbin, against the 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, why I got your whole crew robbed
Got older, developed ways of grippin' the
Barely home for me to see her, or get a good cooked

Seek refuge in the alleged of the free, lookin'
Blendin' in with city folk, down in Flat Brooklyn
a little of my pain, follow and sing to it
Homey, I seen it all, if you ain't knowin' I through it
In other I

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

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

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

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

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

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

Walk around in the hood, watchin 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 bein' in the belly of struggle
Doin' things probably get you in trouble
That's why we stay up on the block, money
While we keepin' it safe in front of churchgoers the faith

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

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