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' and ain't got remorse for the innocent
It's just nigga in the morgue

My momma was pregnant a son she should abort
'Cause she knowin' what I'm fin' to be facin'
Is nothin' short of a racially motivated killin' 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 bein' real
I don't hate and I don't preach it, ain't no motherfuckin
We ain't first class and we ain't second either

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

I made it over to dry but still wound up sinkin' in quicksand
I'm tryin' Lord, I just can't get
Paid my bills on Monday, went 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 thinkin' 'bout my evil
Seein' end on my TV, in the skies
Over Baghdad they fight but they know why

What they 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
the mindset of be broke 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?
afford to fill our prescriptions so we all gon' die
CVS is slangin' dope on every block

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

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

Forgive me Lord, thank the I'm alive
'Cause I'm knowin' deep down I coulda
I shed so tears, lost so many 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, livin' blind to the fact that they us out
America the beautiful, a funeral on every day of the month
to get our knees broken, huh

It's another chance these circumstances
My people advancin' but if we pray
Maybe we'll get to our life in the sun
Instead of livin' on the blocks dyin' young, here I

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