Luyện nghe bài hát Hopeles

[Intro:
you feel that as i take you to them dirt roads deep in your southern roots
When nobody said life was going to be easy and we travel to this emotional roller coaster called
And we have our ups and
keep in mind
When you hit bottom
There aint no where to go but up
Just all you about how you wit it you feel me.. listen here

When seems hopeless
It make a nigga lose
Empty beer bottles and roaches, helps to get it off my chest
Im so and all i here is "fuck tha world" [2x]

[verse 1:
Man ever since life a gamble
My been in shamblez
Double edge sword burnin both sides of the candle but cris but you cant handle the
Dont wanna reailty
So lord accept my
Please like when say freeze
And i aint do
But im on my knees
Its a crooked system but gin take the pain away i charge the game
And put my on layaway
A man but i feel so blue
So i smoke green and purple til my dreams true
Then my turn red
Sky grey
Children slangin white in the
We call it yaay drink old
Down my yellow brick
Then rewrite my script til my is untold
See i got a little money and my life up now
Im fallin and i get up

2x]

[verse 2: trick
I had to dream about a fiend
And its strange cause he can bearly write or read but seems to get folkz anything curious about him
I wanted to talk to him but he was to busy fo
But i was then welcome to walk with him
As we
He and i just listen
He said theres a big between crackas and niggas
See he said white folks look out fo the white folks but uh folks blang wit tha black folks
When aint enough black roakz
When you ooh to make a long short
We need pay more attenion and do that are more compleset and he told me
You kno i woulldnt say something that wouldnt work and i wouldnt damnwaste my time telling something would hurt you
But you fall for anything
If you dont for something
But for certain but niggas dont be listen and that shit be hurting
No all of us but of us
And if we hurry up
They going to bury each and one of us
And if we hurry up

[chorus 2x w/ trick daddy]

[verse 3:
i cant deal wit my daily issues
Just being sober lifes a bitch and i cant her
I wish i could and to cry on
We a shoulder
The goverment us up
To run us
And in the hood they dont to understand
God damn really got me wondering
Is if its a of a bigger plan man
I smell some thing fishy goin on and its way blowin away the smoke from these swisher
Goin on it aint much i can do about it but preach the word of telling my people to spend ya money dont be obcared
By some that depresiated like what like a home to open ya eyes to
Whats the fucks thats goings on the constantly getting rid of us one by one wither its drugs or diesase or gun by
Gun i aint no saint either i feel that im even doing wrong by usein this chorus to get thru this

[chorus repeat 2x w/ trick

[outro: daddy]
You know yall going to around and complain about slavery that was over 40 50 years ago black folks need to move on
Yall keep playin wit a crackerthey to have yo ass tied up wired up to them back roads south florida and they made
Them laws say they cant do anything for you can a church get a and god for the thugs.