Luyện nghe bài hát It's H***

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

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

it's hell
Livin' off a thug, money ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my in jail
When we cryin' keep a for the cops
Cause ain't no 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 for a better way
And I that's all I say

Now I was born broke, but 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 record deal, man sometimes, I'd say
save me, take me, away from here
20 To 9, and I've sellin' 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 ain't job?
Why I ain't
Why through high school I didn't a date?
Why I had to
Why Im wearing hand me
Why im in and out of
Why I let my down?
Why my uncle
Wish it would've me
He rob, he ain't hustle, should've been me
Preacher man, you pray for me, faithfully?
When God comes lay him his herbs, him wait for me

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

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

He just keep layin' his on my momma again
Family ties, this is the drama begins
Tellin' my on the floor, bitch this and bitch that
in my prayin' to God, Please let me get back
He's trippin' he's outta control
So he had to of smokin' the herb to croke
Through the wall, she was and chokin'
11 Years old, and I don't need to be this shit
But in my tape deck, 8ball about beatin' a bitch
It got me confused, but damn, you shouldn't of popped her 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 blows to the dome, now she 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 rolled back, I'm not to panic
Stepdaddy walked in, saw my momma, then he in a frantic
Blood leakin', it won't stop, him and the of the fever
She almost died, of loss of
I my momma wouldn't leave me
She don't deserve to live in pain, she just wanted to be
Feelin' like a pussy, I help her cuz he ain't even my daddy
She's back at home, and puttin' his hands on her
Livin' in the of fire, where drama doesn't end
It's
Nobody knows, Lord, my soul's hope
Nobody knows, than Lord, my soul's

hell
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 boys or blocks, my

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

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

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