Luyện nghe bài hát It's Alright

Don't you remember you told me you me baby?
You you'd be coming back this way again
Baby baby baby baby baby
I love you, yeah, I do
This letter is from Saigon, the
It's alright, alright
I know my rent is overdue, 'bout to shut off my light
And even if I get a job, too late, too right
Gotta do what I do to get this loot up tonight
It's alright, I write a letter to God
First I'll thank him, him I'da never made it this far
But hard tryin to think of why he not gettin involved
It's a lady with a newborn baby in the car
The police is beatin us up, the hurricane is us up
Katrina flood water was as a fuck
Dear Lord, are we ever gon' a reward
For all the sufferin and and misery we endure?
Just like slave trade, the AIDS, the crack
When are we ever gon' get paid
PS: write boy S to the A back
And tell Luther we got a joint we gave that stays on
{"Don't you you told me you loved me baby?"}
When you told me you loved me (that's you told me, ain't it?)
{"You you'd be coming back this way again"}
(You said you, you, you said you, you said that you was back) I'm back
{"Baby baby baby ohhh baby"}
You told me you was comin back, that I would see you but you told me when
{"I love you, yeah, I do"}
I want you here to me by my side so it doesn't have to be in vain
So never you again
It's alright, alright
They ties, the neighborhood flood the ghetto with white
My only 21, he too young for two strikes
But if he catch felony he gonna do life, that ain't right
I write a dedicated to our
Father who art in Heaven, Muslim brothers him Allah
And they all to think of why he not gettin involved
America is bombin them for no at all
Gas prices eatin us up, officers cheatin us yup
lock us in for dirty pee in a cup
Ayo I know you us Lord, but please show black people a sign
To a to lead through design
A-T-Liens adapt to the track
Up top, we call it the block, when not most of the crackers that
Lord, you don't see nothin the matter with that?
Hit me back, I me and you need to chat
To all the ladies havin babies on own
These ain't shit ma, for real yo? You better off alone
If he ain't enough to know why he should stay
what could he possibly teach his seed anyway?
You gotta grind you never grind
Even if it mean you gotta shake your never mind, I know I read your
You gotta do what you gotta, get it ma
A ain't temporary, that shit's forever ma
A mother's love is the freshest
That'll get y'all through the times, the pain and the stress combined
Raise seed, you don't need no man
one that need to be de-programmed
That think he righteous cause don't eat no hand
But he keep plans of fuckin with some
Girlfriend, you know you're doin, the time is right
You tell your lil' one it's alright
For real, keep head up
I dedicate this song, to the whole Abandoned
If you've been abandoned in any sense of the
Then you part of Abandoned Nation
Gotta take it for it's worth, right
God love us young brothers, right
To all my brothers on lockdown, the whole Abandoned