Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

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

It one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock rock
Five, six, seven o'clock, eight rock
Eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, the '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 to do myself
I will tell even if it means sittin' in a cell
I ain't never ran, will

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

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

I play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say I've never knelt
Before God and asked for better cards at times to no
But I never sat back feelin' for myself
If you don't give me heaven, I'll 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, kill your cat
the unwritten laws in rap, know that
For every action there's a reaction, don't me relapsin'
what I'm about but about mine

Don't be like you can't see street action
Take me back to reasonable 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 understand I am my breath
I am narrowly my death, oh yes
I am the Schumacher of the roc roster
Travelin' Mach 5, 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 turns out fine, red

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 make a right
But when you been wrong and you all along
That it's just one life, at what point does one
(Good question, right)

you knock the war try to put your dogs in it
Ten-and-a-halfs for a
Bet that all the grinnin' and the laughs
When you play the game of 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, they self cleansin' in the
But can't put they name on 'cause then you on blast

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