Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

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

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

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

I ain't 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 demand of myself
Honesty, loyalty, and then wealth

before dishonor and I tell you what else
I my belt 'fore I beg for help
Foolish pride is what me together through the years
I wasn't felt, 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' sorry for
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 shoot my dog, I'ma your cat
Just the laws in rap, know that
For action there's a reaction, don't have me relapsin'
Relaxin's what I'm but about mine

Don't be like you can't see street action
Take me back to reasonable doubt
You see my mind's on the finish line, facin' the
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 Schumacher of the roc
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, eventually
My engine gone burn out, I get whatever is 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)

They say, "An eye for an eye", we lose our sight
And two wrongs don't a right
But when you been and you know all along
That it's just one life, at what 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 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, niggaz standin' tight, limits on the ave
Tryin' to cop or shot-call, they cleansin' in the cash
But can't put they name on 'cause then you on blast

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

Justify my
(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)