Luyện nghe bài hát Everything's Gonna Be Alright

it out
This is a story about the
Who waited through the for the best in crosstown
Who never on havin' 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 little and get none
Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half
I was one who never had and mad
knew my dad, mother fuck the fag
Where anyway I pick up, flipped the clip up
Too stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups
I get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
My mother couldn't us, she had to throw me out
I the strip, with this here clip, who wanna hit?
I had to eat, money's good as spent
I'm doin' braids, I 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 to throw the led to any tellin' 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 have to a life of such a bad one
Why I was a kid and played I was a sad one
And always wanted to like this or that one

A ghetto bastard, born to the projects
Livin' in the with bums, I said now why treach
Why do I to be like this? momma said I'm priceless
So I am all worthless, starved, just what being nice gets
Sometimes I wish I could a pistol then, though
To stop the hell, I ended things a while ago
I ain't have jack but a hat and knapsack
Four squad stolen in cars in a
Drop that, and now you me to rap and give?
Say somethin' well positive ain't where I lived
I lived right around a corner from hell
Two blocks from south shit, it was in a cell
The sun never shone on my of the street, see
And only or twice a week I would speak
I walked alone, my state of mind was usually
I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted for cause of chrome
Some life, if you wear gold your style was old
And you got more juice than dope for bottle sold
Hell no, I say gotta be a better way
But hey, never gamble in that game that you 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 third year adulthood, and still a knucklehead
I'm off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said
I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the 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 a tech, who wanna bow-wow?
I done been through more shit within the last week
Than a fly in doo-doo on the concrete
I been a deadbeat, to the world and dead wrong
Since I was 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 talk can walk down
If you ain't live you couldn't feel it, so it, skillet
And all that talk 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 labeled as an outcast
In teacher's schools, I'm the child and outlast
But cool with the bull, smack 'em backwards
what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard

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