Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Get Right

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

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

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

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

I it over to dry land but still 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 can't get

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

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

If the cost of livin' so crazy how we get by
Gasoline dollars, how the fuck we gon' drive?
afford to fill our prescriptions so we all gon' die
CVS is slangin' dope on every worldwide

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

I made it over to dry land but still wound up sinkin' in
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

life a muthafucker, first you think you got it
Then it all falls apart in front 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 hands

me Lord, thank the Lord I'm alive
'Cause I'm knowin' down I coulda died
I shed so many tears, lost so peers
In the grave or the penitentiary facin' 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, a funeral on every day of the month
Tryin' to get our broken, huh

It's another chance under circumstances
My people ain't advancin' but if we
Maybe we'll get to live our in the sun
Instead of livin' on the blocks young, here I come

Ooh, made it, made it, it
But I just get right, oh