Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

This feel right, here, quick
It's like supposed 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 o'clock
Eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, the '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 scared to do
I will never tell even if it sittin' in a cell
I ain't ran, never will

I ain't never been
A nigga better keep his to himself
Or get clapped for what's under that belt
I never asked for nothin' I don't 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 what held me through the years
I wasn't felt, is why I ain't never played myself

I just play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say I've knelt
God and asked for better cards at times to no avail
But I never sat back feelin' for myself
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 kill cat
Just the unwritten laws in rap, that
For every action a reaction, don't have me relapsin'
Relaxin's what I'm about but mine

Don't be actin' like you can't see action
Take me back to reasonable time
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 narrowly my death, oh yes
I am the Michael Schumacher of the roc
Travelin' Mach 5, barrelin' my can stop God

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

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 don't make 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)

you knock the war try to put your dogs in it
Ten-and-a-halfs for a
Bet that stops all the and the laughs
When you 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 tight, there's limits on the ave
Tryin' to cop or shot-call, they self cleansin' in the
But can't put name on paper '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 there's a up
other corner there's a liquor 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)