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' metal and ain't got remorse for the
It's another nigga in the morgue

My momma was pregnant with a son she should
'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 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 secret
We ain't first class citizens and we ain't second

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 than you die in the end and again

I made it over to dry land but still wound up in quicksand
I'm tryin' Lord, I just can't get
my bills on Monday, even went 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 circle 'bout my evil
Seein' end on my TV, bombs in the
Over they fight but they don't know why

What they said about was a goddamn lie
a war against a religion for oil, don't lie
I seen kids from the hood like they gon' die
With the mindset of be broke or go get high

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

Since, spies up and had the dope on fine
Then only right for one nigga to go get mine
If injured then 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 Lord, I just can't get right
Paid my bills on Monday, went to church on Sunday
But I, but I, but I just get right

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

me Lord, thank 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' twenty

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

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