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
Sharing a blunt, talking, cursing,
weeping, lost
And it to be no way what'soever
To remove this cloud that stood between and the sun
them and love

We all took losses, workers, the hood
9 to 5'ers, dealers, the hood worship
... that have went to the league
But they whole game to the weed
Little girl trapped in the off this...
older nigger had her pinned in a...
She was to them rebox
But he got them winds that keep when the v stop
So when the v stop, she
He got right... her daughter needs socks
And the grandmother need
she a victim of these street blocks
The hood is a wall and it's not of sheet rocks
made of project bricks, elevate is full of project piss
Incinerators is the project
where you find all... checks
... cause this malcolm ain't the rent checks

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

The first and the third like christmas in the
That we use stamps to buy edible objects
Man the is a trap
While my man can't read but he with a mac,
You it out
Why my aunt and my cousin had to live on a
... came back from the storm, get in his house
... my little homie buying 20 a pot
Not to in, inhale...
We got him... lifting the box
All the ladies in that lotto playing numbers, was dreaming
playing 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 excuse is a great

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

The get mighty rough, doors keep falling shut
Bills you can't them but you know the piling up
Police round us up, authorities to trust
And they slowing up until you're inside the cuffs
Act us if the human rights apply to us
Throw us in front of the judge, us on a bus
We escape the maze and the poetry that we
The rap industry, fucked, ain't signing us
A lot of daddies ain't here to us how to love
We learn it from the radio, of course it's not
And listen to the soundtrack our growing up
Boys in with strippers and shawty want a thug
When you know you stuck, short on love
door open to warm 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 a buck, fiends never goodbye enough
Them bills kept piling up, the haters try their luck
So at night I'd have to while running and try to duck
Them... inside the truck with my name inside them
... 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... I'd slip up, on a pick up
... serving his
... I feel in this studio just murdering tracks for real

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

Well the going kinda rough hey.