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 on this one right here

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

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

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

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

I just play the I'm dealt, I can't say I've never knelt
Before God and asked for better cards at times to no
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 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 a reaction, don't have me relapsin'
Relaxin's what I'm about but mine

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

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

God forgive me but I can't let them me to you
Until I won this race, then
My gone 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 our sight
And two wrongs don't make a
But when you been and you know all along
That it's just one life, at what does one fight?
(Good question, right)

you knock the war try to put your dogs in it
Ten-and-a-halfs for a
Bet that stops all the grinnin' and the
When you the game 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 drugs in our
Tell me what you me to do, come break bread with us
Mr. Governor, I swear there's a 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 my thug
(For you)
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you)
(Fresh)