Luyện nghe bài hát It's H***

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

I'm sittin' in the courtroom, stomach full of
Somebody help me, cause my is in the Judge eyes
They got me for a Humbug, and some bullshit
I should've listened to them preachers in the
Stressin' to help me, seemed I was born by mistake
While the dominate, got me victim to the Legislate'
I'm playin' for kicks, hustle and rob reefer, it medicated my
the World, we cried
My died in 92 so crazy, what the fuck to do?
Daddy smokin' hard, and I know one day it him to chillin'
I'm starin' at the celin', can't take too blows
The be killin', got the silence up through my nose, oh
These people to hurt me, my momma dead so fuck 'em
A small timer on the rise, so I feel
To my in the county, I might do a bit with ya
Boy, in the streets I don't with ya my nigga

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

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

Now I was born broke, but be damned if I'm a die that way
Love my momma, deny that face
And as a child, everynight I
For a rap record deal, man sometimes, I'd say
Lord me, take me, away from here
20 To 9, and I've been yay' for years
But why we had a house, and keep it?
Why we
Why we get pink slips than Victorias Secret?
Why I rob?
Why my ain't gotta job?
Why I ain't
Why through high school I didn't have a
Why I had to
Why Im wearing me downs?
Why im in and out of
Why I let my family
Why my died?
it would've been me
He ain't rob, he ain't hustle, been me
Preacher man, could you pray for me,
God comes lay him his herbs, tell him wait for me

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

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

He just keep layin' his hands on my again
ties, this is where the drama begins
Tellin' my momma on the floor, bitch this and that
in my prayin' to God, Please let me get back
He's trippin' like he's outta
So he had to of been smokin' the herb to
Through the wall, she was gaggin' and
11 Years old, and I don't need to be seein' this
But in my tape deck, 8ball about beatin' a bitch
It got me confused, but damn, you shouldn't of popped her hard
And when them folks through, her stupid ass be droppin' the charge
Whippin' her ass like a man, 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 holdin' her limb
gonna be all right, I was with in her bleedin' guilt
She passed out, eyes back, I'm tryin' not to panic
Stepdaddy walked in, saw my momma, then he in a frantic
Blood leakin', it stop, him and the rush of the fever
She almost died, of loss of
I knew my wouldn't leave me
She don't to live in pain, she just wanted to be happy
Feelin' like a pussy, I didn't help her cuz he ain't my daddy
back at home, and puttin' his hands on her again
Livin' in the turn of fire, where doesn't end
It's
Nobody knows, than Lord, my hope
knows, than Lord, my soul's hope

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

it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only 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

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

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