Luyện nghe bài hát Everything's Gonna Be Alright

it out
This is a about the drifter
Who through the worst for the best in crosstown
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 gonna be (alright)

Some get a and some get none
Some catch a bad one and leave the job half done
I was one who never had and mad
Never my dad, mother fuck the fag
Where I didn't pick up, flipped the clip up
Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the hic-ups
I couldn't get a job, nappy was not allowed
My mother couldn't 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 doin' braids, I wasn't enough
I kept 'em '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 livin' broke, so a lot of 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 when I was a kid and I was a sad one
And wanted to live like this or that one

A ghetto bastard, born to the projects
Livin' in the slums bums, I said now why treach
Why do I have to be like this? said I'm priceless
So I am all worthless, starved, that's just what being gets
Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then,
To stop the hell, I would've ended a while ago
I have jack but a black hat and knapsack
squad stolen in cars in a blackjack
Drop that, and now you me to rap and give?
Say somethin' positive? well positive ain't I lived
I lived right around a corner west hell
Two blocks from shit, it was in a jail cell
The sun shone on my side of the street, see
And only once or twice a week I would
I walked alone, my state of was usually home
I couldn't a girl, they wanted kids for cause of chrome
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 gotta be a way
But hey, never gamble in that game you can't play
I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin' in on and 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 said
I don't do jack but fightin', up the streets at night
Playin' hide and with a machete seeking 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 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 don't say you understand
All that man to man can just walk down
If you ain't live you couldn't it, so kill it, skillet
And all that talk about it help it out, now will it?
And ill town fell like I props, got shot
worry, I hit by a, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped
But I'm the one who has been as an outcast
In schools, I'm the misfit child and outlast
But that's cool with the bull, 'em backwards
That's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto

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