Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Get Right

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

My momma was pregnant a son she should abort
'Cause she ain't knowin' what I'm fin' to be
Is nothin' short of a 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 just real
I don't hate and I don't preach it, no motherfuckin secret
We ain't class citizens and we ain't second either

Need to get up and get out and cut bullshit out
Nigga get yo' own, you strugglin' at bitch house
The lack of makin' money make a 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 tryin' Lord, I can't get right
Paid my bills on Monday, even went to church on
But I, but I, but I just get right

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

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

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

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

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

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

me Lord, thank the Lord I'm alive
'Cause I'm knowin' deep down I died
I so many tears, lost so many peers
In the grave or the facin' twenty years

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

It's another chance these circumstances
My ain't advancin' but if we pray
Maybe we'll get to our life in the sun
Instead of livin' on the blocks dyin' young, here I

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