Luyện nghe bài hát Everything's Gonna Be Alright

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This is a story the drifter
Who waited 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 gonna be (alright)

Some get a and some 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 didn't pick up, flipped the up
Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the hic-ups
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 wanna
I had to eat, this good as spent
I'm doin' braids, I wasn't 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 the led to any tellin' 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 to live a life of such a bad one
Why when I was a kid and I was a sad one
And always to live 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 have to be like this? momma said I'm
So I am all worthless, starved, that's what being nice gets
Sometimes I wish I could afford a then, though
To stop the hell, I would've ended things a ago
I have jack but a black hat and knapsack
Four squad stolen in cars in a
Drop that, and now you want me to rap and
Say somethin' positive? well positive where I lived
I lived right around a corner from west
Two blocks from shit, it was in a jail cell
The sun never shone on my of the street, see
And once or twice a week I would speak
I walked alone, my state of was usually home
I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids for cause of
Some life, if you wear gold your style was old
And you got more juice than dope for every bottle
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 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 adulthood, and still a knucklehead
I'm better off dead, huh, what my neighbor said
I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the at night
Playin' hide and seek with a seeking freddy's wife
Some say I'm on, nothin' but a dog now
I answer with a tech, who wanna bow-wow?
'cause I done been 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 that's my life, oh you don't know this
So don't say jack, and please say you understand
All man to man talk can just walk down
If you ain't live you couldn't feel it, so kill it,
And all that talk about it won't it out, now will it?
And ill town like I stuck-up props, got shot
worry, I hit by a, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped
But I'm the one who has labeled as an outcast
In teacher's schools, I'm the misfit child and
But that's cool with the bull, 'em backwards
what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard

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