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 one right here

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

It's your boy S. Dot 'n' I never been to jail
I ain't never pay a 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 smacked
A nigga better keep his to himself
Or get clapped for what's that man's belt
I never for nothin' I don't demand of myself
Honesty, loyalty, friends and wealth

Death before dishonor and I tell you what
I tighten my belt 'fore I beg for
pride is what held me together through the years
I wasn't felt, which is why I ain't played myself

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

Justify my
(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 kill cat
Just the laws in rap, know that
For every action there's a reaction, don't me relapsin'
Relaxin's what I'm about but about

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

You understand I am chasin' my
I am escapin' my death, oh yes
I am the Schumacher of the roc roster
Travelin' Mach 5, barrelin' my can stop God

God forgive me but I let them deliver me to you
Until I won this race, eventually
My engine gone burn out, I get is meant for me
it turns out fine, red line

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 our sight
And two wrongs don't make a
But when you been and you know all along
That it's just one life, at point does one fight?
(Good question, right)

you knock the war try to put your dogs in it
Ten-and-a-halfs for a
Bet that stops all the grinnin' and the
When you the game of life and the win ain't in the bag

When your options is none and the pen is all you
Or the block, niggaz 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 paper 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 swear a cover up
Every other corner a liquor store, fuck is up

Justify my
(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)