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

We all took losses, workers, the hood
9 to 5'ers, drug dealers, the hood
... could have went to the league
But they game went to the weed
Little girl trapped in the 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 the v stop, she stop
He got right... her little daughter socks
And the need rock
Cause she a of these 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 where you find all...
... cause this ain't paid the rent checks

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

The first and the third christmas in the projects
That we use food stamps to buy edible
Man the is a trap
While my man can't read but he with a mac,
You it out
Why my and my cousin had to live on a couch
... back from the storm, couldn't get in his house
... my homie buying cocaine 20 a pot
Not to in, inhale...
We got him... lifting the box
All the in that lotto playing numbers, they was dreaming
They playing 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 it's kinda rough hey
Cause I went from to positive x 2
And all what?
And all good

The going get mighty rough, keep falling shut
Bills you can't them but you know the piling up
Police round us up, authorities to trust
And they ain't slowing up you're inside the cuffs
Act us if the human rights apply to us
Throw us in of the judge, load us on a bus
We escape the and the poetry that we buss
The rap industry, fucked, nobody signing us
A lot of daddies ain't to show us how to love
We learn it from the radio, of course not enough
And listen to the soundtrack our growing up
Boys in love with strippers and want a thug
When you know you stuck, short on love
Oven door open to the apartment up
The baby start to fuss, you know 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, never goodbye enough
Them bills kept piling up, the haters would try luck
So at night I'd to fire while running and try to duck
Them... inside the with my name inside them cuffs
... my team was fly as fuck, on roof I would try to
I give a flying fuck man I'm gutter
My left my mother, no sisters no brothers
No inspiration, calculating... hoping I'd slip up, on a pick up
... his moms
... I feel better in this studio just murdering tracks for

Damn right I like the life I
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.