Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Get Right

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

My was pregnant with a son she should abort
'Cause she ain't knowin' what I'm fin' to be
Is nothin' short of a racially motivated killin' 'cause boys
See a nigga as a third of a human [Incomprehensible]

time I see a cracker with a badge, I'm in awe
'Cause I'm how he feel and I'm just bein' real
I hate and I don't preach it, ain't no motherfuckin secret
We ain't first class citizens and we second either

Need to get up and get out and cut bullshit out
Nigga get yo' own, you strugglin' at this bitch
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 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 can't get right

I lay in bed up at the ceiling
As the fan turns in a circle thinkin' 'bout my
Seein' end on my TV, in the skies
Over Baghdad they fight but don't know why

What they said Hussein was a goddamn lie
Raised a war against a religion for oil, lie
I seen kids from the hood livin' like gon' die
With the of be broke or let's go get high

If the of livin' so crazy how we gon' get by
Gasoline five dollars, how the fuck we drive?
Can't afford to fill our prescriptions so we all 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 they 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 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 Lord I'm
'Cause I'm knowin' deep down I coulda
I shed so tears, lost so many peers
In the or the penitentiary facin' twenty years

beers on the corner 'cause Frankie told me look a killer
Told me I was high, livin' blind to the that they sold us out
America the beautiful, there's a funeral on every day of the
to get our knees 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 dyin' young, here I come

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