Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Happens Everyday

Listen...I'ma tell you straight like
up! Listen...

1]
Hey yo! I walk down the
Wit' my stomach in
Spend time hustlin' runnin' cops.
as a joke, no wins at all
Can't play ball and my are small.
buy trees wit' government cheese
I rather be where it's breeze, niggas keys.
My moms got two jobs, one on her
And letters to the governor-
call off the deeds!
My baby mother wit' brother wit' cash
They drive by, roll down the and laugh.
I solve all my problems indo and hash
my daughter a Nintendo
Now she it dad.
My landlord's a jerk, the water work
My sister twelve
And she her own skirt.
Rather do Kurt do her homework
blunts and boys and she'll jump fa' joy.
Shit's twisted! Opportunity
But I missed it, out in the gettin' lifted.
So now I'm sittin' here shit outta
Without a buck and it make a difference!

So yo! If you me
if you don't I come up close
And say it clearly. I got ta' got ta' go!
I fa' my pay each and every way
But this type of shit, it everyday!

2]
It's I'm trapped in a maze
Walk in a daze.
I won't rest I'm paid
Almost in my grave.
I wanna' look tough but my is scuffed
passing the week is enough.
I had a money but it came and it went
Now it's pay the rent or stay in a tent.
And it make sense how the shit is intense
And all ya' got up in ya' is lint.
You get the hint!
I had a cigarette fa' breakfast, just a
Fries fa' my lunch and fa' dinner.
Try ta' go ta' church priest me a sinner
They call me except for a winner.
I'm walkin' in the rain wishin' things would
It ain't a game and I all the rings and chains.
Emotionally scarred losin' my job
Pastor times is hard.

Now do ya' me?
Cause if ya' I come up and say it clearly.
I got ta' got ta' go!
I strive fa' my pay each and way
But this of shit, it happens everyday!
Now would ya' me?
If I was you and you was me
you respect me?
I got ta' got ta' go!
I strive fa' my pay and every way
But this of shit, it happens everyday!

3]
Yo, yo! I gonna' front!
All I is a blunt
A pair of blue and dunks
And my in chunks.
But see me, put they purse to the front
I'm wakin' up early in the of the month.
Honeys don't respect when you callin'
And it's cent, you can call em' direct.
I put my life on the line, I makin' a dime
Niggas call me mind.
Man, you're ya' time!
Hey yo! I'm in the ghetto
And I'm ta' survive.
At the same time a nigga rollin' by in a
Can't a job for a 9 ta' 5
It's like the gettin' by
ya' feelin' the high.
And I ain't got no smoke, the broke
I'm at the end of my
Tryin' ta' a way ta' court.
I'm sippin' on gin how I could win
I don't know where it
But this is it could end.

Now yo!