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 seemed to be no way
To remove this that stood between them and the sun
Between and love

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

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

The and the third like christmas in the projects
That we use food stamps to buy objects
Man the hood is a
While my man can't but he good with a mac,
You it out
Why my and my cousin had to live on a couch
... came back the storm, couldn't get in his house
... my little homie cocaine 20 a pot
Not to in, inhale...
We got him... lifting the box
All the ladies in that lotto playing numbers, was dreaming
They playing them so long, when hit them they break even
Too many of us out in this world ain't eating
The problems we to make excuse is a great reason

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 it's all

The going get mighty rough, doors keep shut
Bills you ignore them but you know the piling up
Police round us up, authorities to trust
And ain't slowing up until you're inside the cuffs
Act us if the rights don't apply to us
Throw us in front of the judge, us on a bus
We the maze and the poetry that we buss
The rap industry, fucked, ain't nobody us
A lot of ain't here to show 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
When you know you stuck, short on love
Oven open to warm the apartment up
The baby start to fuss, you know times are rough
The only thing for certain, is you cannot up
When... that kinda rough, I was moving all kind of stuff
to find a buck, fiends never goodbye enough
Them bills piling up, the haters would try their luck
So at night I'd have to fire 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 ain't a flying fuck man I'm gutter
My daddy left my mother, no sisters no
No inspiration, calculating... hoping I'd slip up, on a pick up
... his moms
... I feel better in this studio just murdering for real

Damn right I like the life I
Times I gotta just to hide my tears
Struggle made me wise, be on my
I hussle to just for my kids x 2

Well the going kinda rough hey.