Luyện nghe bài hát Damn Right

As I grew I would see my comrades
In corridors, in 2's and 3's and 4's
Sharing a blunt, talking, cursing,
weeping, lost
And it seemed to be no way
To this cloud that stood between them and the sun
them and love

We all losses, workers, the hood bosses
9 to 5'ers, dealers, the hood worship
... that have went to the league
But they whole game went to the
Little girl trapped in the off this...
Some older nigger had her in a...
She was used to them
But he got them that keep spinning when the v stop
So when the v stop, she
He got right... her little daughter socks
And the grandmother need
Cause she a victim of street blocks
The hood is a wall and it's not made of sheet
It's made of project bricks, elevate is full of project
is the project snitch
That's you find all... checks
... cause this malcolm ain't the rent checks

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

The first and the third christmas in the projects
That we use food stamps to buy objects
Man the hood is a
While my man can't 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 buying 20 a pot
Not to in, inhale...
We got him... lifting the box
All the in that lotto playing numbers, they was dreaming
They them so long, when they hit them they break even
Too many of us out in this that ain't eating
The problems we trying to make is a great reason

Damn right I the life I live
Well the going kinda rough hey
I went from negative to positive x 2
And all what?
And all good

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

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

Well the it's kinda rough hey.