Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Get Right

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

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

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

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

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

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
Baghdad they fight but they don't know why

What they about Hussein was a goddamn lie
Raised a war against a religion for oil, lie
I kids from 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
Gasoline five dollars, how the fuck we gon'
Can't afford to fill our so we all gon' die
CVS is slangin' dope on every worldwide

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

I made it over to dry land but still wound up 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

life a muthafucker, first you think you got it
Then it all falls in front your eyes, try to stop it
But part 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 I coulda died
I shed so many tears, lost so peers
In the grave or the facin' twenty years

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

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

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