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 remove this cloud that stood between and the sun
Between them and

We all took losses, workers, the hood
9 to 5'ers, drug dealers, the worship
... that could have went to the
But they whole went to the weed
Little trapped in the crib off this...
older nigger had her pinned in a...
She was used to rebox
But he got them winds that keep when the v stop
So when the v stop, she
He got right... her little daughter needs
And the need rock
Cause she a of these street blocks
The hood is a wall and it's not of sheet rocks
It's of project bricks, elevate is full of project piss
Incinerators is the snitch
That's where you all... checks
... cause this malcolm paid the rent checks

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

The first and the third like christmas in the
we use food stamps to buy edible objects
Man the is a trap
While my man can't read but he good a mac,
You it out
Why my and my cousin had to live on a couch
... came back from the storm, couldn't get in his
... my little homie buying 20 a pot
Not to in, inhale...
We got him... the heaviest box
All the ladies in that playing numbers, they was dreaming
They playing them so long, when they hit them break even
Too many of us out in world that ain't eating
The problems we trying to excuse is a great reason

Damn right I like the I live
Well the going it's kinda hey
Cause I went from negative to x 2
And all what?
And all good

The going get mighty rough, doors keep falling
Bills you can't ignore but you know the piling up
Police round us up, authorities hard to
And they ain't slowing up you're inside the cuffs
Act us if the human rights don't to us
Throw us in front of the judge, us on a bus
We escape the maze and the poetry 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 to the soundtrack our homies growing up
Boys in love with strippers and shawty want a
When you know you stuck, running on love
Oven open to warm the apartment up
The baby 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 of stuff
Grinding to find a buck, fiends goodbye enough
Them kept piling up, the haters would try their luck
So at night I'd have to fire while and try to duck
Them... inside the with my name inside them cuffs
... my team was fly as fuck, on roof I try to pluck
I ain't give a flying man I'm gutter
My left my mother, no sisters no brothers
No inspiration, just calculating... hoping I'd up, on a pick up
... his moms
... I feel better in this studio just murdering tracks for

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

Well the it's kinda rough hey.