Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Get Right

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

My momma was with a son she should abort
'Cause she ain't knowin' I'm fin' to be facin'
Is short of a racially motivated killin' 'cause them boys
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 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 citizens and we ain't either

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

I made it over to dry land but still wound up sinkin' in
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 in a circle thinkin' 'bout my evil
end on my TV, bombs in the skies
Over Baghdad they but they don't know why

What they said about Hussein was a lie
a war against a religion for oil, don't lie
I seen kids from the hood livin' they gon' 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?
Can't afford to fill our prescriptions so we all 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 they then how they gon' survive?
If they stuck at the bottom how the fuck gon' ride?

I made it to dry land 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 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 it's part of the plan that was by the man
Got me down on my knees and my hands

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

Pourin' beers on the corner 'cause Frankie told me 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

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

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