Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Get Right

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

My momma was pregnant a son she should abort
'Cause she ain't what 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 just real
I don't hate and I don't preach it, ain't no motherfuckin
We ain't first citizens and we ain't second either

Need to get up and get out and cut bullshit out
Nigga get yo' own, you at this bitch house
The lack of makin' money make a bend
If rather 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 tryin' Lord, I just can't get
Paid my bills on Monday, even to church 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 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 the hood livin' like they gon' die
the mindset of be broke or let's go get high

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

Since, up and had the dope game on fine
Then it's right for one nigga to go get mine
If they then how they gon' survive?
If they stuck at the 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, even 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 plan that was by the man
Got me down on my knees and my prayin'

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

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

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