Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

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

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

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

I ain't never 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 of myself
Honesty, loyalty, friends and wealth

Death before dishonor and I you what else
I tighten my 'fore 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 never sat back feelin' sorry for
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, I'ma kill cat
Just the laws 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 actin' like you can't see action
Take me to reasonable doubt time
You see my mind's on the line, facin' 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 power can God

God forgive me but I can't let deliver me to you
Until I won this race, then
My gone burn out, I get whatever is meant for me
However it 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 lose our sight
And two wrongs don't a right
But when you been wrong and you know all
That just one life, at what point does one fight?
(Good question, right)

'Fore you the war try to put your dogs in it
for a minute-and-a-half
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 cleansin' in the cash
But put they 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

my thug
(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)