Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

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

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

It's your boy S. Dot 'n' I ain't been to jail
I ain't pay a nigga to do no dirt for me
I was scared to do
I never tell even if it means 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 that man's belt
I never for nothin' I don't demand of myself
Honesty, loyalty, friends and then

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

I just play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say never knelt
Before God and asked for cards at times to no avail
But I never sat back feelin' sorry for
If you give me heaven, I'll raise hell 'til it's heaven

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 your cat
Just the unwritten in rap, know that
For every action there's a reaction, 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 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 Schumacher of the roc
Mach 5, barrelin' my power can stop God

God me but I can't let them deliver me to you
Until I won race, then 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 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 wrong and you all along
That it's one life, at what point does one fight?
(Good question, right)

'Fore you knock the war try to put dogs in it
Ten-and-a-halfs for a
Bet that all the grinnin' and the laughs
When you play the game of life and the win 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 'cause then you on

Mr. President, there's drugs in our
Tell me you want me to do, come break bread with us
Mr. Governor, I swear there's a up
Every other corner there's a liquor store, 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)