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 never planned on so dick
Why me,

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

Some get a little and get none
Some catch a bad one and some the job half done
I was one who never had and mad
Never knew my dad, fuck the fag
Where anyway I didn't up, flipped the clip up
Too many stick-ups, niggas had the trigger hic-ups
I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not
My mother couldn't afford us, she had to me out
I walked the strip, this here clip, who wanna hit?
I had to eat, this money's as spent
I'm braids, I wasn't paid enough
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 clip
Was down to throw the led to any crackhead
I'm still livin' broke, so a lot of it would've did
Or done, if not for bad luck, I have none
Why did I have to live a of such a bad one
Why I was a kid and played I was a sad one
And always to live like this or that one

A ghetto bastard, born next to the
in the slums with bums, I said now why treach
Why do I have to be like this? momma I'm priceless
So I am all worthless, starved, that's what being nice gets
Sometimes I I could afford a pistol then, though
To stop the hell, I would've ended things a ago
I ain't have jack but a hat and knapsack
squad stolen in cars in a blackjack
Drop that, and now you want me to rap and
Say somethin' positive? well positive ain't where I
I lived right around a from west hell
Two blocks from south shit, it was in a 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 mind was usually
I couldn't keep a girl, they kids for cause of chrome
Some life, if you ain't wear your style was old
And you got more juice than for every bottle sold
Hell no, I say gotta be a better way
But hey, never in that game that you can't play
I'm and flowin' 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 into adulthood, and still a knucklehead
I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor
I don't do but fightin', lightin' up the streets at night
Playin' hide and seek with a seeking freddy's wife
Some say I'm rollin' on, but a dog now
I answer with a tech, who wanna bow-wow?
I done been through more shit within the last week
Than a fly flowin' in on the concrete
I a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong
I was born that's my life, oh you don't know this song?
So don't say jack, and please don't say you
All that man to man talk can just down
If you live you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet
And all that about it won't help it out, now will it?
And ill town fell like I 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 child and
But that's with the bull, smack 'em backwards
That's what you get for fuckin' a ghetto bastard

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