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 goes one o'clock, two o'clock, o'clock rock
Five, six, seven o'clock, eight rock
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 to do no dirt for me
I was to do myself
I will never even if it means sittin' in a cell
I never ran, never will

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

Death before dishonor and I tell you what
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 I've knelt
Before God and asked for cards at times to no avail
But I never sat back feelin' for myself
If you don't me heaven, I'll raise hell 'til 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 unwritten laws in rap, that
For every action there's a reaction, don't have me
Relaxin's what I'm about but mine

Don't be actin' like you can't see action
Take me back to reasonable doubt
You see my mind's on the line, facin' the wreck
I put my muh'fuckin' faith in the tec, tell not yet

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

God forgive me but I can't let deliver me to you
I won this race, then eventually
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 lose our
And two don't make a right
But when you been wrong and you all along
That it's just one life, at point does one fight?
(Good question, right)

'Fore you the war try to put your dogs in it
for a minute-and-a-half
Bet that stops all the and the laughs
When you play the game of and the win ain't in the bag

When your is none and the pen is all you have
Or the block, niggaz standin' tight, there's on the ave
to cop or shot-call, they self cleansin' in the cash
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 with us
Mr. Governor, I there's a cover up
Every corner 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)