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 planned on havin' so dick
Why me,

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

Some get a and some get none
Some catch a bad one and some leave the job done
I was one who never had and mad
Never knew my dad, fuck the fag
Where anyway I didn't pick up, flipped the up
Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger
I couldn't get a job, hair was not allowed
My mother couldn't us, she had to throw me out
I walked the strip, with this here clip, who hit?
I had to eat, money's good as spent
I'm doin' braids, I paid enough
I 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut
I got at, I got chumped, I got dissed
I got upset, I got a tec and a clip
Was down to throw the led to any tellin'
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 a life of such a bad one
Why when I was a kid and I was a sad one
And always wanted to like this or that one

A bastard, born next to the projects
Livin' in the slums bums, I said now why treach
Why do I have to be like this? momma said I'm
So I am all worthless, starved, that's just what being nice
Sometimes I I could afford a pistol then, though
To stop the hell, I would've ended things a ago
I have jack but a black hat and knapsack
squad 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 right around a corner from west hell
Two blocks from south shit, it was in a cell
The sun shone on my side of the street, see
And only once or twice a I would speak
I alone, my state of mind was usually home
I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids for of chrome
life, if you ain't wear gold your style was old
And you got more juice than dope for every sold
no, I say there's gotta be a better 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 it? I won't, that's 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 streets at
Playin' and seek 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
'cause I done been through more shit within the week
Than a fly in doo-doo on the concrete
I a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong
Since I was born that's my life, oh you don't this song?
So don't say jack, and don't say you understand
All that man to man talk can walk down
If you live you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet
And all that talk about it won't help it out, now it?
And ill fell like 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 with the bull, smack 'em
That's what you get for fuckin' a ghetto bastard

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