Luyện nghe bài hát It's Alright

Don't you you told me you loved me baby?
You said you'd be coming this way again
Baby baby baby baby baby
I love you, yeah, I do
This letter is Saigon, the Yardfather
alright, it's alright
I know my rent is overdue, they 'bout to off my light
And even if I get a job, too late, too right
do what I gotta do to get this loot up tonight
It's alright, I write a dedicated to God
First I'll thank him, without him I'da made it this far
But it's hard to think of why he not gettin involved
a lady with a newborn baby livin in the car
The police is beatin us up, the hurricane is us up
Katrina flood was deep as a fuck
Dear Lord, are we gon' receive a reward
For all the and pain and misery we endure?
Just Trans-Atlantic 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 stays on playback
{"Don't you you told me you loved me baby?"}
When you told me you me (that's what you told me, ain't it?)
{"You said you'd be coming this way again"}
(You said you, you, you you, you said that you was comin back) I'm back
{"Baby baby baby baby baby"}
You told me you was comin back, that I would see you but you told me when
{"I you, yeah, I really do"}
I want you here to guide me by my side so it doesn't have to be in
So never leavin you
It's alright, it's
They lockin ties, the neighborhood flood the with white
My nigga 21, he too young for two strikes
But if he catch another felony he do life, that ain't right
I a letter dedicated to our
Father who art in Heaven, brothers call him Allah
And they all tryin to think of why he not involved
America is bombin for no reason at all
Gas prices eatin us up, parole cheatin us yup
They us in for dirty pee in a cup
Ayo I know you us Lord, but please show black people a sign
To a society to through design
Them A-T-Liens adapt to the
Up top, we call it the block, when not of the crackers live that
C'mon Lord, you don't see the matter with that?
Hit me back, I think me and you need to
To all the ladies babies on they own
These niggas ain't shit ma, for yo? You better off alone
If he ain't smart to know why he should stay
Then what he possibly teach his seed anyway?
You gotta grind you never grind
Even if it mean you gotta shake your never mind, I I read your mind
You gotta do what you gotta, get it ma
A baby temporary, that shit's forever ma
A mother's love is the freshest
That'll get y'all the hard times, the pain and the stress combined
Raise your seed, you need no man
one that need to be de-programmed
That brother he righteous cause don't eat no hand
But he keep of fuckin with some kilograms
Girlfriend, you know what you're doin, the time is
You tell your lil' one it's alright
For real, your head up
I this song, to the whole Abandoned Nation
If you've been abandoned in any of the word
Then you of this Abandoned Nation
Gotta take it for what worth, right
God love us young brothers, right
To all my brothers on lockdown, the Abandoned Nation