Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Get Right

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

My momma was 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 third of a [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 second either

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

I made it over to dry but still wound up sinkin' in quicksand
I'm tryin' Lord, I just get right
Paid my 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 'bout my evil
Seein' end on my TV, bombs in the
Baghdad they fight but they don't know why

What said about 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 livin' so how we gon' get by
Gasoline five dollars, how the fuck we gon'
Can't to fill our prescriptions so we all gon' die
CVS is dope on every block worldwide

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

I it over to dry land but still wound up sinkin' in quicksand
I'm tryin' Lord, I just get right
Paid my bills on Monday, even went to on Sunday
But I, but I, but I just get right

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

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

Pourin' beers on the corner Frankie told me look a killer
Told me I was high, livin' blind to the fact 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 chance under these
My people ain't advancin' but if we
Maybe get to live our life in the sun
Instead of livin' on the dyin' young, here I come

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