Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

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

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

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

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

Death before dishonor and I tell you what
I tighten my belt 'fore I beg for
Foolish is what held me together through the years
I wasn't felt, which is why I ain't never played

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

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 my dog, I'ma kill your cat
the unwritten laws in rap, know that
For every action there's a reaction, have me relapsin'
Relaxin's what I'm about but about

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

You understand I am my breath
I am escapin' my death, oh yes
I am the Michael of the roc roster
Travelin' Mach 5, barrelin' my power can God

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

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)

say, "An eye for an eye", we both lose our sight
And two wrongs don't make a
But when you wrong and you know all along
That just one life, at what point does one fight?
(Good question, right)

'Fore you 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

your options 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 in the cash
But can't put they name on paper 'cause then you on

Mr. President, there's drugs in our
me what you want me to do, come break bread with 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)