Luyện nghe bài hát Been Through the Storm

Been through the storm, through the 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 with sunroofs 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 in with them city folk
day landlord knockin' 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', stayed away crime and malice
Hard living gave him hard hands and

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

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

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

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

You see the luxuries in life, the fortune and fame
Like Cadillacs with sunroofs mayne
So ways to make a dollar
Huh, sometimes I think 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' where my next is comin' from

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

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

Nigga ran away from home, doin' different wild
Just to put a pair of 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
younger thugs who try to choke and try to get niggaz
Thinkin' 'bout my mom and pop, while I'm
To hell just gettin' by and economizin'

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

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

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