Luyện nghe bài hát Hopeles

[Intro:
Ooooh you 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 roller coaster called life
And we our ups and downs
Just keep in
When you hit rock
There no where to go but up baby
Just all you how you deal wit it you feel me.. listen here

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

[verse 1:
Man ever since been a gamble
My been in shamblez
edge sword burnin both sides of the candle but cris but you cant handle the truth
Dont face reailty
So lord accept my
Please like when police say
And i do shit
But im down on my
Its a crooked but gin straight take the pain away i charge the game
And put my problems on
A black man but i so blue
So i smoke green and til my dreams come true
Then my turn red
Sky grey
Children white in the hood
We call it yaay old gold
Down my yellow brick
Then my script til my story is untold
See i got a little money and my life up now
Im and i cant get up

2x]

[verse 2: daddy]
I had to dream about a dope
And its strange cause he can bearly write or read but seems to get folkz about anything curious him
I wanted to to him but he was to busy fo that
But i was then welcome to walk with him
As we
He talked and i just
He said theres a big differnce between 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
you ooh to make a long 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 damnwaste my time telling something that would hurt you
But you would for anything
If you dont 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
They going to bury each and one of us
And if we hurry up

[chorus repeat 2x w/ daddy]

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

[chorus repeat 2x w/ trick

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