Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

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

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

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

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

Death dishonor and I tell you what else
I tighten my 'fore I beg for help
Foolish pride is what held me together the years
I wasn't felt, which is why I 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 sorry 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 my thug
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you, for you)
(Fresh)

Now if you shoot my dog, I'ma kill cat
the unwritten laws 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
me back to reasonable doubt time
You see my mind's on the finish line, the wreck
I put my muh'fuckin' faith in the tec, tell not yet

You I am chasin' 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 them me to you
Until I won this race, eventually
My gone burn out, I get whatever is meant for me
it turns 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 lose our sight
And two wrongs don't make a
But when you been and you know all along
it's just one life, at what point does one fight?
(Good question, right)

'Fore you the war try to put your dogs in it
for a minute-and-a-half
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, standin' tight, there's limits on the ave
Tryin' to cop or shot-call, self cleansin' in the cash
But can't put they name on paper 'cause 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 there's a cover 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)