Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Get Right

These are the days, settle in
at the turmoil our kids left the ghetto in
They bustin' and ain't got remorse for the innocent
It's just nigga in the morgue

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

Every time I see a with a badge, I'm in awe
'Cause I'm knowin' how he and I'm just bein' real
I don't hate and I don't 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 bullshit out
Nigga get yo' own, you strugglin' at this bitch
The lack of money make a motherfucker bend
If you'd rather me than you die in the end and again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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