Luyện nghe bài hát Chance To Explain

(Verse 1)
(Cyhi)
The (cyhi)
Let me say this b4 the song
Don't ever let nobody tell you how to draw own art
follow your own
they don't put no poetry or no grocery in ya buggies tell em you push your own cart
N****s say they a dog but when its time to n****s wouldn't pick up a paw
let alone bark at a stone smart
so i read n****s like poems in the of a lame till the chrome spark
they wont learn they neck and they dome part
from a tone dart how these stones part
if i ever made a man i'd have my own march
hit the club and it rain like i own harp
drinkin spadez at the top of the trump
no baby only seeds i got is sunflowers
a shower for like one hour
they trailbalzin come up forward like juwan howard
Bring pain to you cowards
no coke my killas to gun powder
die off of one glower
they girls spoil me though so i can see how they sour
can you believe they to put me in the slow class
but im so gettin this show cash
mr. reita and the hallways wit no pass
brought my literature down to a plus i know math
(Chorus)
So can you me a chance to explain
why i got this game
why i say i change
for the the money or the fame
So can you give me a chance to
why i came the way i
why i think this industry is lame
and why every song i is for ya pain
(Verse 2)
So here's my I lost the best of homies
The only girl I'd thought had loved me left me lonely
But come wit bread except bologna
Now want a slice of my cheese no pepperoni
I wish you never known me ya forever phony
Aint but a joke so I let em joan me
They'd rather hate give me props
The industry is like a you aint got that many shots
So for the moon
Or keep a pistol in your of the loom
you the scoop from a spoon
I didn't up and call myself b*tch I was groomed
Then we zoomed from the coupe to the
Then watch a butterfly bloom in my
Layin in the dooms left her wit a zilla
Then with my baboons sellin prune to ya bafoons
Im not a coon bada bing boom
Im on the not a bean not a shroom
My day will soon
Let my reign at the top be then monsoons
(Chorus)
So could you me a chance to explain
Sir Charles ,Master
(Verse 3)
Allow me to clarify why my music will die
cause im like a checkers fry
Black pride
you niggas Julius chi
scared to say how you feel so u lie
you got to tell the truth you testify
I do for the dude that you left deprived
Don't jeopardize your tryna get a better ride
Let that cheddar slide plus the streets is dry
Don't my success by the records I
Sell But by the that I met when I was doin shows I stand alone like the letter I
Live in the sky I am fly
Bubba got me double decker high
Virtually insane I am
So recognize you see me with the naked eye
Split personality like Hyde
Greg bought me this iced out bezzled watch
Smoking barney while me and my ride
So in my pants is the for a reason
If you give me a to explain