Luyện nghe bài hát Happy To Be Here

[female singer - repeat in
I'm happy to be here!

over singer]
Hard times, the
The ups and downs, the highs and the
You know just goin it man, ghetto politics
Tryin to a way out of no way
I was the oldest, so I had to be, the of the family
Momma had to work three jobs,

Feet stickin through my shoes, marks in my drawers
sales and flea markets, we never shopped at malls
No dental plan, no medikit - we poor like
Colored folks that castor oil cures everythang
Pork and chicken, we like our food fried
Hypertension, Prenavil and hydro-chlorizide
Some of my family still living, of my family died
complications, natural causes and homicide
Just tryin to survive, to lose but plenty to gain
Started hustlin, flea flickin and that candy cane
Put all my cars in my lady name, as a true should
She had a 9 to 5, worked at Parenthood
While I was in the hood, up to no
with a hoodie my head, tryin to outslick the feds
Or should I say cops, at this point in time I had rocks
Went a little a jelly jar up to a soup pot
The fast quarter my negro, want the slow nickel
I done seen yola the same color as brittle
I seen hella people relapse
I done seen my homey go back to crack
How is dat? Beggin my loved ones to send some pictures
Pray for me over the phone and read me scriptures
Oooh; it's gloomy out here, days ahead
God got my but the devil he want my head

[Chorus: D.D.
I'm just happy to be here now
Lot of my been locked up or laid down
See I'm I ain't shed no tears, no
But I'm happy to be here

Listen to this,
The devil-me side know that some of y'all seen it
Somebody's momma her son or her daughter's bloodstain off the cement
Wrong at the wrong time, infiltrators drop a dime
identity, bullets start flyin
in every direction, hit a teen, she passed
But her baby live a C-section
I know it sound foul and sound hecka rude, it cool
But it go down like that sometime when you're funkin, and you're puttin a move
We heartless and shrewd in this day and age, it ain't the
Our parents need to beat us with a belt, Poody Tang
I be like an airplane
I be smokin and perkin, takin out and stress on the wrong person
Re-uppin and coppin turf an' servin the soil block
Grittin tryin to put some in my kid's Christmas stock'
- pour out some liquor and shed a tear
For the that never made it and family that ain't here

[D.D.
So
You I'm happy to be
Said I'm happy, so happy just to be
To beeeeeee, to
To (I'm so happy)
(Oh I'm so happy)
I'm so to be, to beeeeeeee-heeeeeeeeee
To (to be here)