Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Get Right

These are the days, settle in
Look at the turmoil our kids the ghetto in
They bustin' metal and got remorse for the innocent
It's just nigga in the morgue

My momma was pregnant with a son she should
'Cause she ain't knowin' what I'm fin' to be
Is nothin' short of a motivated killin' 'cause them boys
See a nigga as only a third of a [Incomprehensible]

Every time I see a cracker a badge, I'm in awe
'Cause I'm knowin' how he feel and I'm just real
I hate and I don't preach it, ain't no motherfuckin secret
We ain't first class citizens and we ain't either

Need to get up and get out and cut that out
Nigga get yo' own, you strugglin' at this house
The lack of makin' money make a bend
If you'd rather me than you die in the end and again

I made it over to dry land but wound up sinkin' in quicksand
I'm tryin' Lord, I just can't get
Paid my bills on Monday, even to church on Sunday
But I, but I, but I just get right

I lay in bed up at the ceiling
As the fan turns in a circle 'bout my evil
Seein' end on my TV, in the skies
Over Baghdad they but they don't know why

What they said Hussein was a goddamn lie
Raised a war against a for oil, don't lie
I seen kids the hood livin' like they gon' die
the mindset of be broke or let's go get high

If the cost of so crazy how we gon' get by
five dollars, how the fuck we gon' drive?
Can't afford to our prescriptions so we all gon' die
CVS is slangin' dope on every worldwide

Since, spies up and had the dope game on
Then it's only right for one nigga to go get
If injured then how they gon' survive?
If they at the bottom how the fuck they gon' ride?

I made it over to dry but still wound up sinkin' in quicksand
I'm Lord, I just can't get right
Paid my on Monday, even went to church on Sunday
But I, but I, but I just get right

Ain't life a muthafucker, you think you got it
Then it all falls in front your eyes, try to stop it
But it's of the plan that was written by the man
Got me down on my knees and my prayin'

Forgive me Lord, thank the I'm alive
'Cause I'm knowin' deep down I died
I so many tears, lost so many peers
In the grave or the facin' twenty years

Pourin' beers on the corner 'cause Frankie told me look a
me I was high, livin' blind to the fact that they sold us out
America the beautiful, there's a funeral on day of the month
to get our knees broken, huh

It's another under these circumstances
My ain't advancin' but if we pray
we'll get to live our life in the sun
Instead of livin' on the blocks dyin' young, I come

Ooh, it, made it, made it
But I can't get right, oh