Luyện nghe bài hát Just Might Be OK

& Liquor, G Bo, we here, man
Gemini, you how we do, FNF

Affirmative, no further is needed
I believe we are completed,
We all in on the wallpaper
Happy with the scheme, welcome to the crib
A two family habitat for humanity with a
Of where the live

My vida loca was like Bob Villa, villa gone
He architected, I what I harbored
Jimmy from Chicago's westside
Finished my construction, now
The coming like

I'm 'cept the cons I kept
conversations held with the Satan on my shoulder
Which led to steps that me lookin' over the shoulder
Like chauffeurs, my angels at?
Painful, yet merry, I Jerry Garcia, ma here
But I'm grateful,

We might be ok after all
Sun gon' on these days

It's get heavy as heaven
I am at this, manage to balance massive masses
my back, without tiltin' my glasses
This was not from passes of O.G.'s
is so me, ask us

Mini-mansion, little homie, little
But the rhymes is
In fact, yeah, just like a Rochester
God blessed the mothers and brothers of hustlas
'Cause she don't wanna sob at his
But he follow in his steps
Bend his hat, learn his

Master his swagger in the bathroom
Cop a Chevy, steady mob in his
Yeah, it's just the problems we
Look his moms in tha and promise she straight

We just be ok after all
Sun gon' on these days

Then he leaves the house that love
her renovated, that section A pays for
Well, let's pray for him, let the beat for him
Put his on display for him

'Cause he gotta go and face the
a different face from the one
That he to face his mama
If you look close, you'll see it
Of a that hurts, a ice grill and a trace of trauma
Little bit of his father, another
That's no different a young Liberian

In Mecca delirium, of livin' in the inner city
Out of his literally, re-conciliate
I'm cool, I foretell best
I ain't nicest emcee, I ain't Cornel

I am Westside, Chi-town Guevara
Malcolm the demons, gangsta leanin'
He traded in his for a New Era
Chose a .44 over a mortar

I an accredited instituted graduate
I ain't from
My conception wasn't immaculate, I master no calculus
A good addition to the rap
I on the mattress they slept on, me on

Without Joe, is half the battle
Fightin' temptation, have a
the snakes, pimp the system
Let's get it, tabernacle

We just might be ok all
Sun shine on these days
We just, might be ok
We just, just be ok
We just, might be ok
We just, just be ok

We just, might be ok
We just, just be ok
We just be ok after all
Sun shine on these days
We just, might be ok, ok