Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

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

It goes one o'clock, two o'clock, three rock
Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock
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 ain't never pay a nigga to do no for me
I was to do myself
I will never tell if it means sittin' in a cell
I ain't ran, never will

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

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

I just play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say I've knelt
Before God and asked for better at times to no avail
But I sat back feelin' sorry for myself
If you don't give me heaven, I'll raise hell it's heaven

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

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

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

Don't be actin' like you can't see action
Take me back to doubt time
You see my on the finish line, facin' the wreck
I put my faith in the tec, tell Satan not yet

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

God me but I can't let them deliver me to you
Until I won this race, 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 both lose our
And two wrongs don't a right
But when you wrong and you know all along
That just one life, at what point does one fight?
(Good question, right)

'Fore you knock the war try to put your in it
for a minute-and-a-half
Bet that stops all the grinnin' and the
When you the game 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 they name on paper 'cause then you on

Mr. President, there's in our residence
Tell me what you want me to do, come break bread us
Mr. Governor, I swear there's a up
other corner there's a liquor store, fuck 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)