Luyện nghe bài hát Damn Right

As I grew I 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 between and the sun
them and love

We all took losses, workers, the hood
9 to 5'ers, dealers, the hood worship
... that could have to the league
But whole game went to the weed
Little girl in the crib off this...
Some older nigger had her in a...
She was to them rebox
But he got them winds that keep when the v stop
So the v stop, she stop
He got right... her little needs socks
And the need rock
Cause she a victim of 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 snitch
That's you find all... checks
... cause this ain't paid the rent checks

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

The first and the third like in the projects
That we use food stamps to buy edible
Man the is a trap
While my man can't but he good with a mac,
You it out
Why my aunt and my cousin had to on a couch
... came back from the storm, couldn't get in his
... my little buying cocaine 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 world that ain't eating
The problems we trying to make excuse is a great

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

The going get mighty rough, doors keep falling
you can't ignore them but you know the piling up
Police us up, authorities hard to trust
And they ain't slowing up until inside the cuffs
Act us if the human rights don't to us
Throw us in of the judge, load us on a bus
We escape the maze and the poetry we buss
The rap industry, fucked, nobody signing us
A lot of ain't here to show us how to love
We learn it the radio, of course it's not enough
And listen to the our homies growing up
Boys in with strippers and shawty want a thug
When you know you stuck, short on love
Oven door to warm the apartment up
The start to fuss, you know when times are rough
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 never goodbye
Them bills kept up, the haters would try their luck
So at night I'd have to while running and try to duck
Them... inside the truck with my name inside cuffs
... my team was fly as fuck, on roof I would try to
I ain't give a flying fuck man I'm
My left 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 murdering tracks for real

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

Well the it's kinda rough hey.