Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

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

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

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

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 nothin' I demand of myself
Honesty, loyalty, friends and 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 wasn't felt, which is why I ain't never played

I play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say I've never knelt
God and asked for better cards at times to no avail
But I sat back feelin' sorry 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 my thug
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you, for you)
(Fresh)

Now if you shoot my dog, I'ma your cat
the unwritten laws in rap, know that
For action there's a reaction, don't have me relapsin'
Relaxin's what I'm about but about

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

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

God forgive me but I can't let deliver me to you
Until I won this race, eventually
My engine burn out, I get whatever is meant for me
However it turns out fine, red

Justify my
(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 both lose our
And two wrongs don't a right
But when you been wrong and you know all
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
for a minute-and-a-half
Bet stops all the grinnin' and the laughs
you play the game of life 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, there's on the ave
Tryin' to cop or shot-call, self cleansin' in the cash
But can't put they name on 'cause then you on blast

Mr. President, drugs in our residence
me what you want me to do, come break 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)