Luyện nghe bài hát Everything's Gonna Be Alright

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This is a about the drifter
Who waited through the worst for the best in
Who never planned on havin' so
Why me,

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

Some get a and some get none
Some a bad one and some leave the job half done
I was one who had and always mad
Never knew my dad, mother 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 couldn't afford us, she had to me out
I walked the strip, with this here clip, who wanna
I had to eat, this money's as spent
I'm braids, I wasn't paid enough
I 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut
I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got
I got upset, I got a tec and a clip
Was down to throw the led to any crackhead
I'm still broke, so a lot of good 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 to live like this or that one

A ghetto bastard, born to the projects
in the slums with bums, I said now why treach
Why do I have to be this? momma said I'm priceless
So I am all worthless, starved, that's just being nice gets
Sometimes I I could afford a pistol then, though
To the hell, I would've ended things a while ago
I have jack but a black hat and knapsack
Four squad stolen in in a blackjack
that, and now you want me to rap and give?
Say somethin' positive? well ain't where I lived
I lived right around a corner from hell
Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail
The sun shone on my side of the street, see
And once or twice a week I would speak
I walked alone, my state of mind was usually
I couldn't keep a girl, wanted kids for cause of chrome
Some life, if you ain't wear gold your 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 that you can't play
I'm slowin' and and goin' in on and knowin' not now
How will I do it, how will I 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 my neighbor said
I don't do but fightin', lightin' up the streets 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 bow-wow?
'cause I done through more shit within the last week
Than a fly in doo-doo on the concrete
I been a deadbeat, dead to the and dead wrong
Since I was born that's my life, oh you don't know this
So don't say jack, and please say you understand
All that man to man talk can walk down
If you ain't live you couldn't feel it, so kill it,
And all that talk about it 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 misfit and outlast
But that's cool the bull, smack 'em backwards
That's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto

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