Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

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

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

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

I ain't never been
A nigga keep his hands to himself
Or get clapped for what's under that belt
I never asked for nothin' I demand of myself
Honesty, loyalty, friends and then

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

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

Justify my
(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 your cat
Just the unwritten in rap, know that
For every action there's a reaction, don't have me
what I'm about but about mine

Don't be actin' like you see street action
Take me back to reasonable doubt
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 of the roc roster
Travelin' 5, barrelin' my power can stop God

God forgive me but I can't let deliver me to you
I won this race, then eventually
My engine gone out, I get whatever is meant for me
However it turns out fine, red

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

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

say, "An eye for an eye", we both lose our sight
And two wrongs make a right
But when you been wrong and you all along
That it's just one life, at what point one fight?
(Good question, right)

'Fore you knock the war try to put your in it
for a minute-and-a-half
Bet that all the grinnin' and the laughs
When you the game of life and the win ain't in the bag

When your options is and the pen is all you have
Or the block, niggaz standin' tight, limits on the ave
Tryin' to cop or shot-call, they self cleansin' in the
But can't put they name on paper 'cause you on blast

Mr. President, there's in our residence
Tell me what you want me to do, come break bread 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 my thug
(For you)
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you)
(Fresh)