Luyện nghe bài hát Damn Right

As I grew I would see them my
In corridors, in 2's and 3's and 4's
a blunt, talking, cursing, fighting
Sometimes weeping,
And it to be no way what'soever
To remove this that stood between them and the sun
them and love

We all took losses, workers, the bosses
9 to 5'ers, drug dealers, the hood
... could have went to the league
But they whole game to the weed
girl trapped in the crib off this...
Some older had her pinned in a...
She was to them rebox
But he got them winds that keep spinning when the v
So the v stop, she stop
He got right... her little daughter socks
And the need rock
Cause she a victim of these street
The hood is a and it's not made of sheet rocks
It's made of project bricks, is full of project piss
is the project snitch
That's where you find all...
... cause this malcolm ain't paid the rent

Damn right I the life I live
Well the going it's rough hey
Cause I went from to positive x 2
And it's all
And all good

The first and the third like in the projects
That we use food stamps to buy objects
Man the is a trap
my man can't read but he good with a mac,
You it out
Why my aunt and my had to live on a couch
... came from the storm, couldn't get in his house
... my little homie cocaine 20 a pot
Not to in, inhale...
We got him... lifting the box
All the ladies in lotto playing numbers, they was dreaming
They playing them so long, when they hit them they break
Too many of us out in this that ain't eating
The problems we to make excuse is a great reason

right I like the life I live
Well the going it's rough hey
Cause I went negative to positive x 2
And all what?
And all good

The going get mighty rough, doors falling shut
Bills you can't ignore them but you know the up
Police us up, authorities hard to trust
And they slowing up until you're inside the cuffs
Act us if the human rights don't to us
us in front of the judge, load us on a bus
We escape the maze and the that we buss
The rap industry, fucked, ain't nobody us
A lot of daddies ain't here to us how to love
We learn it from the radio, of it's not enough
And listen to the soundtrack our growing up
Boys in love with strippers and want a thug
you know you stuck, running short on love
Oven door open to the apartment up
The start to fuss, you know when times are rough
The thing for certain, is you cannot give up
When... that kinda rough, I was moving all kind of stuff
Grinding to find a buck, never goodbye enough
Them bills kept piling up, the haters would try their
So at I'd have to fire while running and try to duck
Them... inside the truck with my name inside cuffs
... my team was fly as fuck, on roof I try to pluck
I ain't give a flying man I'm gutter
My daddy left my mother, no no brothers
No inspiration, just calculating... hoping I'd slip up, on a up
... his moms
... I feel better in studio just murdering tracks for real

Damn right I like the I live
Times I smile just to hide my tears
Struggle me wise, be on my heels
I hussle to just for my kids x 2

the going it's kinda rough hey.