Luyện nghe bài hát Hopeles

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

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

1: ludacris]
Man ever since life a gamble
My life been in
Double edge sword burnin both sides of the candle but cris but you cant the truth
Dont wanna face
So accept my apology
like when police say freeze
And i do shit
But im down on my
Its a crooked system but gin straight take the pain i charge the game
And put my on layaway
A black man but i so blue
So i smoke and purple til my dreams come 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 til my story is untold
See i got a little money and my sped up now
Im and i cant get up

2x]

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

repeat 2x w/ trick daddy]

[verse 3:
Sometimes i cant wit my daily issues
Just being sober lifes a bitch and i cant her
I wish i and sometimes to cry on
We a shoulder
The stand us up
To run us
And in the hood they dont seem to
God whats really got me wondering
Is if its a part of a bigger man
I smell some fishy goin on and its way beyond blowin away the smoke from these swisher
Goin on it aint much i can do about it but preach the of telling my people to spend ya money wisely dont be obcared
By some things 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 song

[chorus repeat 2x w/ trick

[outro: trick
You know yall going to mess around and complain 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 for you can a church get a amen and god for the thugs.