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
It's just 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 short of a racially motivated killin' 'cause them boys
See a as only a third of a human [Incomprehensible]

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 first class and we ain't second either

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

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

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

If the cost of so crazy how we gon' get by
Gasoline five dollars, how the we gon' drive?
Can't afford to fill our so we all gon' die
CVS is slangin' dope on every block

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

I made it over to dry but still wound up sinkin' in quicksand
I'm Lord, I just can't get right
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
Then it all falls apart in your eyes, try to stop it
But it's part of the plan was written by the man
Got me down on my knees and my prayin'

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

Pourin' beers on the corner 'cause told me look a killer
Told me I was high, livin' blind to the fact that sold us out
America the beautiful, a funeral on every 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
Instead of livin' on the blocks young, here I come

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