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

We all took losses, workers, the bosses
9 to 5'ers, drug dealers, the hood
... that could went to the league
But they whole went to the weed
Little trapped in the crib off this...
Some older nigger had her in a...
She was used to rebox
But he got winds that keep spinning when the v stop
So when the v stop, she
He got right... her little daughter socks
And the need rock
she a victim of these street blocks
The hood is a wall and not made of sheet rocks
It's of project bricks, elevate is full of project piss
is the project snitch
That's you find all... checks
... cause this malcolm ain't paid the checks

right I like the life I live
Well the going it's kinda hey
Cause I went from 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 objects
Man the is a trap
While my man read but he good 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 little homie cocaine 20 a pot
Not to in, inhale...
We got him... the heaviest box
All the ladies in that lotto numbers, they was dreaming
They playing them so long, when hit them they break even
Too of us out in this world that ain't eating
The problems we trying to make excuse is a reason

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

The get mighty rough, doors keep falling shut
you can't ignore them but you know the piling up
Police us up, authorities hard to trust
And they slowing 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 maze and the poetry we buss
The rap industry, fucked, ain't nobody us
A lot of daddies ain't here to show us how to
We learn it from the radio, of course not enough
And listen to the soundtrack our homies up
in love with strippers and shawty want a thug
When you you stuck, running short on love
Oven door to warm 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 kind of
Grinding to find a buck, fiends never goodbye
Them bills piling up, the haters would try their 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 I would try to pluck
I ain't a flying fuck 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 better in this studio just murdering tracks for

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

Well the going kinda rough hey.