Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

This right, right here, quick
It's it's supposed to happen, this one right here
Young, God
Let me justify my thug on one right here

It goes one o'clock, two o'clock, three rock
Five, six, o'clock, eight o'clock rock
Eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, the 'bout to pop
rock a fella, yo

It's your boy S. Dot 'n' I ain't been to jail
I never pay a nigga to do no dirt for me
I was to do myself
I will tell even if it means sittin' in a cell
I never ran, never will

I never been smacked
A nigga better his hands to himself
Or get clapped for under that man's belt
I never asked for nothin' I don't of myself
Honesty, loyalty, and then wealth

Death before and I tell you what else
I tighten my belt 'fore I beg for
Foolish pride is held me together through the years
I wasn't felt, is why I ain't never played myself

I just play the I'm dealt, I can't say I've never knelt
Before God and asked for better cards at times to no
But I never sat back feelin' for myself
If you don't me heaven, I'll raise hell 'til it's heaven

my thug
(For you)
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you, for you)
(Fresh)

To my thug
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you, for you)
(Fresh)

Now if you shoot my dog, I'ma your cat
Just the unwritten laws in rap, know
For every action a reaction, don't have me relapsin'
Relaxin's what I'm about but mine

Don't be actin' like you see street action
Take me back to reasonable time
You see my mind's on the finish line, facin' the
I put my muh'fuckin' in the tec, tell Satan not yet

You I am chasin' my breath
I am escapin' my death, oh yes
I am the Schumacher of the roc roster
Travelin' Mach 5, my power can stop God

God forgive me but I let them deliver me to you
I won this race, then eventually
My engine gone out, I get whatever is meant for me
it turns out fine, red line

Justify my
(For you)
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you)
(Fresh)

To justify my
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you)
(Fresh)

They say, "An eye for an eye", we lose our sight
And two wrongs don't a right
But you been wrong and you know all along
That just one life, at what point does one fight?
(Good question, right)

'Fore you the war try to put your dogs in it
Ten-and-a-halfs for a
Bet that stops all the grinnin' and the
When you play the of life and the win ain't in the bag

When options is none and the pen is all you have
Or the block, niggaz standin' tight, limits on the ave
Tryin' to cop or shot-call, self cleansin' in the cash
But can't put name on paper 'cause then you on blast

Mr. President, there's drugs in our
Tell me what you want me to do, come bread with us
Mr. Governor, I swear a cover up
Every other corner there's a liquor store, is up

Justify my
(For you)
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you)
(Fresh)

To justify my
(For you)
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you)
(Fresh)