Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

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

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

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

I ain't been smacked
A nigga better his hands to himself
Or get clapped for what's that man's belt
I asked for nothin' I don't demand of myself
Honesty, loyalty, friends and then

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

I just play the hand I'm dealt, I say I've never knelt
Before God and asked for better 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 my thug
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you, for you)
(Fresh)

Now if you my dog, I'ma kill your cat
the unwritten laws in rap, know that
For every action there's a reaction, have me relapsin'
Relaxin's what I'm about but mine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

my thug
(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)