Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

This right, right here, quick
It's like 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, 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

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

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

Death dishonor and I tell you what else
I my belt 'fore I beg for help
Foolish pride is what held me together through the
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
God and asked for better cards at times to no avail
But I never sat back feelin' for myself
If you don't give me heaven, I'll raise hell 'til it's

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, kill your cat
Just the unwritten in rap, know that
For every action a reaction, don't have me relapsin'
Relaxin's what I'm about but about

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

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

God forgive me but I let them deliver me to you
Until I won race, then eventually
My engine burn 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 my thug
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you)
(Fresh)

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

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

When your is none and the pen is all you have
Or the block, niggaz tight, there's limits on the ave
Tryin' to cop or shot-call, they self cleansin' in the
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 a cover 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)