Luyện nghe bài hát It's Alright

Don't you remember you me you loved me baby?
You said be coming back this way again
Baby baby baby ohhh baby
I you, yeah, I really do
letter is from Saigon, the Yardfather
It's alright, it's
I know my rent is overdue, they 'bout to shut off my
And if I get a job, too late, you're too right
Gotta do what I gotta do to get this up tonight
It's alright, I write a dedicated to God
First I'll thank him, without him I'da never made it far
But it's hard to think of why he not gettin involved
It's a lady with a baby livin in the car
The police is us up, the hurricane is eatin us up
Katrina flood was deep as a fuck
Lord, are we ever gon' receive a reward
For all the and pain and misery we endure?
Just like Trans-Atlantic slave trade, the AIDS, the
When are we ever get paid back?
PS: write your boy S to the A
And tell we got a joint we gave that 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 back way again"}
(You said you, you, you said you, you that you was comin back) I'm back
{"Baby baby baby ohhh baby"}
You told me you was back, that I would see you but you never told me when
{"I you, yeah, I really do"}
I want you here to guide me by my side so it have to be in vain
So leavin you again
alright, it's alright
They lockin ties, the neighborhood flood the ghetto with
My nigga 21, he too young for two strikes
But if he catch another felony he gonna do life, that right
I a letter dedicated to our
Father who art in Heaven, Muslim brothers him Allah
And they all tryin to of why he not gettin involved
is bombin them for no reason at all
Gas prices eatin us up, parole officers us yup
They us in for dirty pee in a cup
Ayo I you love us Lord, but please show black people a sign
To a society to lead through
A-T-Liens adapt to the track
Up top, we call it the block, when not most of the crackers live
C'mon Lord, you don't see nothin the matter that?
Hit me back, I think me and you to chat
To all the ladies havin on they 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 like you grind
Even if it mean you shake your never mind, I know I read your mind
You do what you gotta, get it together ma
A baby ain't temporary, that shit's ma
A mother's love is the kind
That'll get y'all through the hard times, the pain and the stress
Raise your seed, you don't no man
Especially one that need to be
That brother think he righteous cause eat no hand
But he keep plans of fuckin with kilograms
Girlfriend, you know you're doin, the time is right
You tell your lil' one that it's
For real, your head up
I dedicate this song, to the Abandoned Nation
If you've abandoned in any sense of the word
Then you part of this Nation
take it for what it's worth, right
God love us young brothers, right
To all my brothers on lockdown, the Abandoned Nation