Luyện nghe bài hát Damn Right

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

We all took losses, workers, the bosses
9 to 5'ers, drug dealers, the worship
... that have went to the league
But they game went to the weed
Little girl in the crib off this...
Some older had her pinned in a...
She was used to rebox
But he got them winds that keep spinning when the v
So the v stop, she stop
He got right... her little daughter needs
And the grandmother need
Cause she a victim of these blocks
The hood is a wall and not made 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 ain't the rent checks

Damn right I like the life I
the going it's kinda rough hey
Cause I went negative to positive x 2
And all what?
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 read but he good with a mac,
You it out
Why my aunt and my had to live on a couch
... back 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 ladies in that playing numbers, they was dreaming
They playing them so long, when they hit they break even
Too many of us out in this that ain't eating
The problems we to make excuse is a great reason

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

The going get mighty rough, doors keep shut
Bills you can't ignore them but you the piling up
round us up, authorities hard to trust
And they ain't up until you're inside the cuffs
Act us if the human don't apply to us
us in front of the judge, load us on a bus
We escape the and the poetry 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 our homies growing up
Boys in love with strippers and want a thug
you know you stuck, running short on love
Oven open to warm the apartment up
The baby start to fuss, you know when times are
The only thing for certain, is you cannot up
When... gone kinda rough, I was moving all kind of stuff
Grinding to find a buck, fiends goodbye enough
Them bills kept piling up, the haters would try their
So at night I'd have to while running and try to duck
Them... the truck with my name inside them cuffs
... my was fly as fuck, on roof I would try to pluck
I ain't give a fuck man I'm gutter
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 studio just murdering tracks for real

Damn I like the life I live
Times I gotta smile to hide my tears
made me wise, be on my heels
I hussle to survive for my kids x 2

the going it's kinda rough hey.