Luyện nghe bài hát Everything's Gonna Be Alright

it out
This is a story about the
Who waited the worst for the best in crosstown
Who never on havin' so dick
Why me,

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

Some get a little and some get
Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half
I was one who never had and mad
Never my dad, mother fuck the fag
Where anyway I didn't up, flipped the clip up
Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger
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 here clip, who wanna
I had to eat, this good as spent
I'm braids, I wasn't paid enough
I kept 'em long I couldn't afford a haircut
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 crackhead
I'm still livin' broke, so a lot of good it did
Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have
Why did I have to a life of such a bad one
Why when I was a kid and I was a sad one
And always to live like this or that one

A bastard, born next to the projects
Livin' in the slums with bums, I said now why
Why do I to be like this? momma said I'm priceless
So I am all worthless, starved, that's what being nice gets
Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then,
To stop the hell, I would've ended a while ago
I ain't jack but a black hat and knapsack
Four stolen in cars in a blackjack
that, and now you want me to rap and give?
Say somethin' well positive ain't where I lived
I right around a corner from west hell
Two blocks south shit, it was in a jail cell
The sun shone 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 a girl, they wanted kids for cause of chrome
Some life, if you wear gold your style was old
And you got more juice than dope for every sold
Hell no, I say there's gotta be a way
But hey, gamble in that game that you can't play
I'm slowin' and and goin' in on and knowin' not now
How I do it, how will 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 said
I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the streets at
hide and seek with a machete seeking freddy's wife
Some say I'm on, nothin' but a dog now
I that with a tech, who wanna bow-wow?
'cause I done been through more shit the last week
a fly flowin' in doo-doo on the concrete
I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead
Since I was born my life, oh you don't know this song?
So say jack, and please don't say you understand
All that man to man can just walk down
If you ain't live you 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 stuck-up props, got
Don't worry, I hit by a, flurry, and his dropped
But I'm the one who has been as an outcast
In schools, I'm the misfit child and outlast
But cool with the bull, smack 'em backwards
That's you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard

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