Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

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

It one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock rock
Five, six, seven o'clock, eight 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 scared to do
I will tell even if it means sittin' in a cell
I ain't never ran, never

I never been smacked
A nigga better his hands to himself
Or get clapped for what's under that man's
I never asked for nothin' I demand of myself
Honesty, loyalty, friends and wealth

Death before dishonor and I you what else
I tighten my belt I beg for help
Foolish pride is what me together through the years
I wasn't felt, which is why I never played myself

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

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 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 reasonable doubt
You see my mind's on the finish line, facin' the
I put my faith in the tec, tell Satan not yet

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

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

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)

They say, "An eye for an eye", we both lose our
And two don't make a right
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 knock the war try to put your in it
for a minute-and-a-half
Bet that all the grinnin' and the laughs
When you play the of life and the win ain't in the bag

When options is none and the pen is all you have
Or the block, niggaz standin' tight, there's on the ave
to cop or shot-call, they self cleansin' in the cash
But can't put they name on paper then you on blast

Mr. President, drugs in our residence
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

my thug
(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)