Luyện nghe bài hát Now I Feel Ya

...it's a new day... ya what I'm sayin'?

A new day, brings a new problem to a
And all I gots ta say is thank God for my
Cause my mommy dear my life would've been joke
Either locked up dead and still slangin' dope but nope
The lord he had a for me
And with his help, my made a man of me
Didn't blindfold me to the we was livin' in
Taught me how to save my little
So when I I'd have a little school money
But in the sixth grade I wanted to be the school
And flunked outta school the flag pole
And my mother dear at home with a sad soul
Because my worked the fingers to the bone
we was alone, and me I bought a death home
My real pops he out with the style
So I respect my stepdad, for another nigga's child
So now we livin'
Taught me the game and how to be
But then I couldn't see it
I to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin'
And up in a big fight
And me not to come home until I got my shit right
So now I'm livin' in my home
My grandma's strong, got nine kids of her own
And keepin' me no big deal
But now that I'm much I see just how the shit feels
Being kind-hearted, not wantin' to me no
Even though my grandfather just had a
And now the low
And pretty soon a brother's have ta go
Or either try to a job so I can help out
I'm in the ghetto, I gots ta get out
And when I get out I try to pave the way
So my family can have a place to stay
I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin'
I can't cope, so now I'm slangin'
And now my granny I'm doin' wrong
She prayin' for me heavily
Take care of her
And the lord must of heard her
he made me get a grip
And got me on up there
I my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya
You couldn't have me nothin' back then
But now I ya...

I'm eighteen, and now I'm big fun
My baby's mother just had my son
May eleven, I never will the day
A star's born, let's name him scarface
My first born and yo I'm a father
I gotta son, I ta be my son's father
And sellin ain't the way that I can get ahead
But what the hell, I gots ta keep my fed
I buy him milk, and tryin ta do my part
And he's my son, I gots ta try to him hard
I buy him clothes, and not the tonka toys
Because the tonka toys will punk my boy
And I don't want my son to at life
Through a replica of tryin' to make it life-like
But yet and I let my son be a kid
Just give him up the real, exactly like my did
So when he to be a man he'll appreciate
The game I him way back when he used to roller skate
And now my son is years old
I gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role
these years he'll remember most
So it's all about little and me becomin' close
But I got a obstacles
If it ain't my line of work it's the on my popsicle
Now everybody's got my
Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket to drive me crazy
"it's daughter, don't she look like you? "
I just can't tell, why don't you it to ma momma do
Because my mother knows the deal
All these poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal
So now we in and outta
Tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child
her friends that she's breakin' me
Now eveybody knows, that she was just g
Come to find out, the never had me
She's the baby's mother but me I the baby's daddy
And biological can prove
You get up off of me and go after the other dude
But now I got a real daughter
No for the testin'
I that I'm the baby's father
I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta ya
You couldn't have told me nothin' then
But now I ya...

I ya...

Now I'm twenty-two and finally got a on life
It's nineteen ninety-three, I put my pocket knife
And got a bigger stick to with
I'm young and black so my ain't a nightstick
Because we livin' in a set
And everyday, we face to face with
I seen my homies go and
And judgement day is just somethin we run from
So I know my number's up
So I gotta protect myself from who be runnin' up
And even though I killin' off my own kind
I gotta be a man and as a man I'm a mine
My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at
Don't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the
So we stand but we gonna fall quick
Because we always tryin to take brother's shit
And the cops is in the vote
Just because we comin' up quick they we slang dope
They shootin' ta kill, gas ain't sparkin' goods
shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood
And now the story's all up
And if they gave the cop the
I really wouldn't a fuck
Because she left my partner's family memories
And after hearin' this I know you don't me
But yet in still I find it hard for me to stay in
I see his parents and then I breakin' up
I know what you did was wrong
But you won't realize until you dead and
It ain't no justifiable homicide, you gave a warning
You up shot him from behind
But all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him
You a gat to a black he don't know how to act
But you tell your story to the judge
Not the imitation judge, the judge that loves
And if the man grants you forgiveness
Then in reality you care of your business
But regardless I know you wanna me
But I ain't goin' out dat
Ya me?

...yeah