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 planned on havin' so dick
Why me,

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

Some get a little and get none
Some catch a bad one and some leave the job done
I was one who had and always mad
Never knew my dad, mother the fag
Where anyway I pick up, flipped the clip up
Too stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups
I couldn't get a job, hair was not allowed
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 good as spent
I'm braids, I wasn't paid enough
I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a
I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got
I got upset, I got a tec and a clip
Was to throw the led to any tellin' crackhead
I'm livin' broke, so a lot of good it would've did
Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have
Why did I have to live a life of a bad one
Why I was a kid and played I was a sad one
And wanted to live like this or that one

A bastard, born next to the projects
Livin' in the with bums, I said now why treach
Why do I have to be like momma said I'm priceless
So I am all worthless, starved, that's just being nice gets
Sometimes I wish I afford a pistol then, though
To stop the hell, I would've things a while ago
I ain't have jack but a hat and knapsack
Four stolen in cars in a blackjack
Drop that, and now you want me to rap and
Say somethin' well positive ain't where I lived
I lived around a corner from west hell
Two blocks from 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 alone, my state of mind was usually home
I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids for cause of
life, if you ain't wear gold your style was old
And you got more juice than dope for bottle sold
Hell no, I say there's be a better way
But hey, never gamble in that game you can't play
I'm slowin' and and goin' in on and knowin' not now
How will I do it, how will I make it? I won't, how
Why me,

My year into adulthood, and still a knucklehead
I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor
I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the at night
Playin' hide and seek with a machete freddy's wife
Some say I'm rollin' on, but a dog now
I answer that with a tech, who wanna
I done been through more shit within the last week
Than a fly flowin' in doo-doo on the
I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead
Since I was born that's my life, oh you don't know song?
So don't say jack, and please don't say you
All that man to man can just walk down
If you ain't live you couldn't feel it, so it, skillet
And all that about it won't help it out, now will it?
And ill town fell 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 labeled as an outcast
In teacher's schools, I'm the child and outlast
But that's with the bull, smack 'em backwards
That's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto

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