Luyện nghe bài hát Everything's Gonna Be Alright

it out
This is a story about the
Who waited through the worst for the best in
Who planned on havin' so dick
Why me,

Everything's gonna be (alright)
gonna be alright (alright)
Everything's be alright now (alright)
Everything's gonna be (alright)

Some get a and some get none
Some a bad one and some leave the job half done
I was one who never had and mad
Never knew my dad, fuck the fag
Where I didn't pick up, flipped the clip up
Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the hic-ups
I get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
My mother afford us, she had to throw me out
I walked the strip, with this clip, who wanna hit?
I had to eat, money's good as spent
I'm doin' braids, I wasn't paid
I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a
I got at, I got chumped, I got dissed
I got upset, I got a tec and a banana
Was down to throw the led to any tellin'
I'm still livin' broke, so a lot of it would've did
Or done, if not for bad luck, I would none
Why did I to live a life of such a bad one
Why I was a kid and played I was a sad one
And always wanted to live this or that one

A ghetto bastard, born to the projects
Livin' in the slums with bums, I now why treach
Why do I have to be like this? momma said I'm
So I am all worthless, starved, that's just being nice gets
Sometimes I wish I could a pistol then, though
To stop the hell, I ended things a while ago
I ain't jack but a black hat and knapsack
Four squad stolen in cars in a
that, and now you want me to rap and give?
Say somethin' positive? well positive ain't I lived
I lived right around a corner from west
Two blocks south shit, it was in a jail cell
The sun never on my side of the street, see
And only once or a week I would speak
I walked alone, my state of was usually home
I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted for cause of chrome
Some life, if you wear gold your style was old
And you got more than dope for every bottle sold
Hell no, I say there's gotta be a way
But hey, never gamble in that game that you can't
I'm slowin' and and goin' in on and knowin' not now
How will I do it, how I make it? I won't, that's how
Why me,

My third year into adulthood, and a knucklehead
I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my said
I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the at night
Playin' hide and with a machete seeking freddy's wife
say I'm rollin' on, nothin' but a dog now
I answer with a tech, who wanna bow-wow?
'cause I done been through more within the last week
a fly flowin' in doo-doo on the concrete
I a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong
Since I was born that's my life, oh you don't know this
So say jack, and please don't say you understand
All that man to man talk can just walk
If you ain't live you feel it, so kill it, skillet
And all that talk about it help it out, now will it?
And ill fell like I stuck-up props, got shot
Don't worry, I hit by a, flurry, and his punk-ass
But I'm the one who has been labeled as an
In teacher's schools, I'm the misfit and outlast
But that's cool with the bull, smack 'em
That's what you get for fuckin' a ghetto bastard

If you ain't ever been to the
ever come to the ghetto
'cause you ain't the ghetto
And stay the fuck out of the
Why me?
(alright)