Luyện nghe bài hát Everything's Gonna Be Alright

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This is a story the drifter
Who waited through the worst for the in crosstown
Who planned on havin' so dick
Why me,

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

Some get a little and some get
Some catch a bad one and some the job half done
I was one who never had and mad
Never knew my dad, 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 hair was not
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, this money's good as
I'm doin' braids, I wasn't enough
I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't a haircut
I got at, I got chumped, I got dissed
I got upset, I got a tec and a banana
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 when I was a kid and I was a sad one
And wanted to live like this or that one

A bastard, born next to the projects
Livin' in the slums with bums, I said now why
Why do I have to be this? momma said I'm priceless
So I am all worthless, starved, just what being nice gets
Sometimes I wish I afford a pistol then, though
To stop the hell, I would've ended a while ago
I ain't jack but a black hat and knapsack
Four squad in cars in a blackjack
Drop that, and now you want me to rap and
Say somethin' positive? positive ain't where I lived
I lived right around a corner from west
Two from south shit, it was in a jail cell
The sun never on my side of the street, see
And only once or twice a I would speak
I walked alone, my of mind was usually home
I couldn't keep a girl, wanted kids for cause of chrome
Some life, if you ain't wear gold style was old
And you got more juice than for every bottle sold
Hell no, I say gotta be a better way
But hey, never gamble in game that you can't play
I'm slowin' and flowin' and in on and knowin' not now
How I do it, how will I make it? I won't, that's how
Why me,

My third year into adulthood, and still a
I'm better off dead, huh, that's my neighbor said
I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the streets at
Playin' hide and seek a machete seeking freddy's wife
say I'm rollin' on, nothin' but a dog now
I that with 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, dead to the world and wrong
Since I was born my life, oh you don't know this song?
So say jack, and please don't say you understand
All that man to man talk can walk down
If you ain't you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet
And all that talk about it won't it out, now will it?
And ill town 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 been labeled as an
In teacher's schools, I'm the child and outlast
But cool with the bull, smack 'em backwards
That's what you get for fuckin' with a bastard

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