Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

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

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

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

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

I play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say I've never knelt
Before God and for better cards at times to no avail
But I never sat back feelin' sorry for
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 kill cat
Just the unwritten laws in rap, that
For every action a reaction, don't have me relapsin'
Relaxin's what I'm about but mine

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

You understand I am chasin' my
I am narrowly my death, oh yes
I am the Michael Schumacher of the roc
Mach 5, barrelin' my power can stop God

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

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 lose our sight
And two wrongs don't a right
But you been wrong and you know all along
That it's just one life, at 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 stops all the grinnin' and the laughs
When you the game of life and the win ain't in the bag

When your 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 'cause you on blast

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