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 right

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

It's your boy S. Dot 'n' I ain't never been to
I ain't 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 never ran, will

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

before dishonor and I tell you what else
I tighten my 'fore I beg for help
pride is what held me together through the years
I wasn't felt, which is why I ain't played myself

I just play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say never 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

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

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

You understand I am chasin' my
I am narrowly my death, oh yes
I am the Michael of the roc roster
Travelin' 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 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 justify my
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you)
(Fresh)

say, "An eye for an eye", we both lose our sight
And two wrongs don't make a
But when you been 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
Ten-and-a-halfs for a
Bet that all the grinnin' and the laughs
When you play the of life and the win ain't in the bag

your options is none and the pen is all you have
Or the block, standin' tight, there's limits on the ave
Tryin' to cop or shot-call, self cleansin' in the cash
But can't put they name on paper 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 swear a cover up
Every other corner 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)