Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Get Right

These are the days, settle in
Look at the turmoil our left the ghetto in
They bustin' metal and ain't got remorse for the
just another nigga in the morgue

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

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

to get up and get out and cut that bullshit out
Nigga get yo' own, you strugglin' at this house
The lack of makin' 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 wound up sinkin' in quicksand
I'm Lord, I just can't get right
Paid my bills on Monday, even went to on Sunday
But I, but I, but I just get right

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pourin' beers on the corner 'cause Frankie told me look a
Told me I was high, livin' blind to the 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 chance these circumstances
My people ain't advancin' but if we
Maybe we'll get to our life 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