Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Get Right

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

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

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 hate and I don't preach it, ain't no motherfuckin secret
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 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 sinkin' in
I'm Lord, I just can't get right
Paid my bills on Monday, even to church on Sunday
But I, but I, but I just can't get

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

they said about Hussein was a goddamn lie
Raised a war against a religion for oil, 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 crazy how we get by
Gasoline five dollars, how the fuck we gon'
Can't afford to our prescriptions so we all gon' die
CVS is slangin' 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 survive?
If they at the bottom how the fuck they gon' ride?

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

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

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

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

It's chance under these circumstances
My people ain't but if we pray
Maybe get to live 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