Luyện nghe bài hát It's H***

up
Hold ya up
It's in the streets boy
Hold your young nigga, cause it's hell

I'm sittin' in the courtroom, full of butterflies
Somebody me, cause my life is in the Judge eyes
They got me for a Humbug, and that's some
I should've listened to preachers in the pulpit
Stressin' to help me, like I was born by mistake
While the dominate, got me victim to the Legislate'
I'm playin' for kicks, hustle and rob reefer, it my mind
the World, we cried
My mamma died in 92 so crazy, the fuck to do?
Daddy smokin' hard, and I one day it currupt him to chillin'
I'm starin' at the celin', can't take too blows
The pain be killin', got the silence up my nose, oh
These people want to hurt me, my dead so fuck 'em
A small timer on the rise, so nothin' I
To my niggas in the county, I do a bit with ya
Boy, in the streets I don't care with ya my

Cause hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't
believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we keep a knock for the cops
Cause no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

Cause hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will
the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a way
And I that's all I say

Now I was broke, but I'll be damned if I'm a die that way
my momma, can't deny that face
And as a child, I prayed
For a rap deal, man sometimes, twice I'd say
save me, take me, away from here
20 To 9, and I've been yay' for years
But why we had a house, and couldn't it?
Why we
Why we get more pink slips than Secret?
Why I rob?
Why my pappi gotta job?
Why I ain't
Why high school I didn't have a date?
Why I had to
Why Im wearing hand me
Why im in and out of
Why I let my down?
Why my died?
Wish it been me
He ain't rob, he ain't hustle, should've me
man, could you pray for me, faithfully?
When God comes lay him his herbs, him wait for me

It's
Livin' off a thug, money things swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my in jail
When we keep an eye for the cops
Cause no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will
When the pain is over, I'm on my knees
keep watchin' over
I'm for a better way
And all I gotta say

He just keep layin' his on my momma again
Family ties, is where the drama begins
Tellin' my on the floor, bitch this and bitch that
Locked in my to God, Please let me get back
He's like he's outta control
So he had to of been smokin' the herb to
the wall, she was gaggin' and chokin'
11 Years old, and I don't need to be seein' this
But in my tape deck, 8ball talkin' about a bitch
It got me confused, but damn, you shouldn't of her that hard
And them folks come through, her stupid ass be droppin' the charge
her ass like a man, right and left with his fists
And when he to the dome, now she sliced her wrists
I'm hyped and I'm pissed, so I wipe the blood holdin' her
It's gonna be all right, I was with in her guilt
She passed out, eyes rolled back, I'm tryin' not to
Stepdaddy walked in, saw my momma, he went in a frantic
Blood leakin', it won't stop, him and the of the fever
She almost died, of of blood
I knew my momma leave me
She don't to live in pain, she just wanted to be happy
like a pussy, I didn't help her cuz he ain't even my daddy
She's at home, and puttin' his hands on her again
Livin' in the turn of fire, where drama end
hell
Nobody knows, than Lord, my hope
Nobody knows, than Lord, my hope

hell
Livin' off a thug, money things swell
believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep an eye for the
Cause no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only will tell
the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord watchin' over
I'm for a better way
I all I gotta say

hell
Livin' off a thug, money things swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my in jail
When we cryin' an eye for the cops
Cause ain't no sunshine for or blocks, my nigga

Cause it's
we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm on my knees
Lord keep over
I'm for a better way
I all I gotta say