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 on this one right here

It goes one o'clock, two o'clock, three rock
Five, six, seven o'clock, 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 ain't never been to
I ain't pay a nigga to do no dirt for me
I was to do myself
I will never even if it means sittin' in a cell
I ain't never ran, never

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

Death dishonor and I tell you what else
I tighten my belt I beg for help
Foolish pride is held me together 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 never knelt
Before God and asked for better at times to no avail
But I never sat back feelin' for myself
If you don't give me heaven, I'll raise '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 your cat
Just the unwritten in rap, know that
For action there's a reaction, don't have me relapsin'
Relaxin's I'm about but about mine

Don't be actin' like you can't see street
Take me back to doubt time
You see my mind's on the finish line, 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, my power can stop God

God forgive me but I can't let them me to you
Until I won race, then eventually
My engine burn out, I get whatever is meant for me
However it 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 our sight
And two wrongs make a right
But when you wrong 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 all the grinnin' 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 tight, there's limits on the ave
Tryin' to cop or shot-call, they self cleansin' in the
But put they name on paper 'cause then you on blast

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