Luyện nghe bài hát Just Might Be OK

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

Affirmative, no furnishin' is needed
I we are completed, dig?
We all in on the wallpaper
Happy with the color scheme, welcome to the
A two family habitat for humanity with a
Of the insanity live

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

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

We just might be ok all
Sun shine on these days

It's finna get as heaven
I am Atlas at this, manage to balance masses
Upon my back, tiltin' my glasses
This was not pilfer 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 younger of hustlas
'Cause she wanna sob at his wake
But he follow in his steps
his hat, learn his shakes

Master his swagger in the mirror
Cop a Chevy, mob in his place
Yeah, it's just the problems we
Look his in tha face and promise she straight

We just might be ok all
Sun gon' shine on days

he leaves the house that love built
That her renovated, section A pays for
Well, pray for him, let the beat play for him
Put his struggles on for him

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

In Mecca delirium, weary of livin' in the inner
Out of his literally, re-conciliate
I'm cool, I don't foretell
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 board

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

Without Joe, knowin' is the battle
Fightin' temptation, have a
Shake the snakes, the system
get into 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, just be ok
We just, just be ok
We just be ok after all
Sun gon' on these days
We just, just be ok, ok