Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

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

It goes one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock
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 never been 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 never ran, will

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

Death before dishonor and I you what else
I tighten my 'fore I beg for help
Foolish pride is what 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 say I've never knelt
Before God and asked for better cards at to no avail
But I never sat back sorry for myself
If you don't give me heaven, raise hell '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, kill your cat
Just the unwritten in rap, know that
For every action there's a reaction, have me relapsin'
Relaxin's what I'm but about mine

Don't be like you can't see street action
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 Schumacher of the roc roster
Travelin' Mach 5, my power 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 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)

say, "An eye for an eye", we both lose our sight
And two wrongs don't a right
But you been wrong and you know all along
That just 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 stops all the grinnin' and the laughs
When you play the game of life and the win in the bag

When your options is none and the pen is all you
Or the block, niggaz standin' tight, there's on the ave
to cop or shot-call, they self cleansin' in the cash
But put they name on paper 'cause then you on blast

Mr. President, there's in our residence
Tell me what you want me to do, come break with us
Mr. Governor, I swear a cover 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)