Luyện nghe bài hát Chance To Explain

(Verse 1)
(Cyhi)
The (cyhi)
Let me say b4 the song start
Don't let nobody tell you how to draw your own art
follow own heart
cause they 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 fight n****s pick up a paw
let alone bark almost at a stone
so i read n****s like poems in the form of a lame the chrome spark
they wont learn until they neck and dome part
a tone dart how these yellow 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 towers
no mama only seeds i got is sunflowers
take a shower for one hour
they come up forward power like juwan howard
pain to you dumb cowards
no my killas addicted to gun powder
niggas die off of one
they girls me though so i can see how they become sour
can you believe they to put me in the slow class
but im so fast this show cash
mr. reita and walked the hallways wit no
brought my literature down to a science plus i math
(Chorus)
So can you give me a chance to
why i got this game
why i say i change
for the hoes the money or the
So can you give me a to explain
why i came the way i
why i think this whole industry is
and why song i write is for ya pain
(Verse 2)
So here's my testimony I the best of homies
The only girl I'd thought had loved me left me lonely
But everything come wit bread bologna
Now everybody want a slice of my no pepperoni
I wish you never known me ya n****s phony
Aint but a joke so I let em joan me
They'd rather then give me props
The is like a revolver you aint got that many shots
So shot for the
Or a pistol in your fruit of the loom
Give you the from a spoon
I didn't up and myself prince b*tch I was groomed
Then we zoomed from the coupe to the
Then watch a butterfly bloom in my
Layin in the dooms her wit a zilla goons
Then resume with my baboons prune to ya bafoons
Im not a coon bada bing bada
Im on the green not a not a shroom
My day come soon
Let my at the top be longer then monsoons
(Chorus)
So you give me a chance to explain
Sir ,Master young
(Verse 3)
Allow me to why my music will never die
cause im seasoned a checkers fry
Black panther
you Julius peppers chi
to say how you feel so u rather lie
you got to tell the truth you testify
I do this for the dude that you deprived
Don't jeopardize your tryna get a better ride
Let that cheddar plus the streets is desert dry
Don't measure my by the records I
Sell But by the people that I met when I was doin shows I stand alone like the I
in the sky I am feather fly
Bubba kush got me decker high
Virtually insane I am
So you couldn't see me with the naked eye
Split personality like Hyde
Greg street bought me this iced out bezzled
barney while me and my rebels ride
So in my pants is the thang for a
If you give me a to explain