Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Get Right

These are the days, settle in
at the turmoil our kids left the ghetto in
They bustin' metal and got remorse for the innocent
It's just another in the morgue

My momma was pregnant a son she should abort
'Cause she knowin' what I'm fin' to be facin'
Is nothin' 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 knowin' how he feel and I'm just bein'
I don't hate and I don't preach it, ain't no motherfuckin
We ain't first class citizens and we ain't second

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

I lay in bed lookin' up at the
As the fan turns in a circle thinkin' my evil
Seein' end on my TV, in the skies
Over Baghdad they fight but they know why

What said about Hussein was a goddamn lie
a war against a religion for oil, don't lie
I seen kids from the hood livin' like they die
With the mindset of be broke or 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 dope on every block worldwide

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

I it over to dry land but still wound up sinkin' in quicksand
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

life a muthafucker, first you think you got it
Then it all falls apart in front your eyes, try to it
But part of the plan that was written by the man
Got me down on my and my hands prayin'

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

Pourin' beers on the 'cause Frankie told me look a killer
Told me I was high, livin' blind to the 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 people ain't but if we pray
we'll get to live our life in the sun
Instead of livin' on the blocks dyin' young, I come

Ooh, made it, it, made it
But I just get right, oh