Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Happens Everyday

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

1]
Hey yo! I walk down the
Wit' my in knots
Spend hustlin' runnin' from cops.
Broke as a joke, no at all
Can't play and my Timb's are small.
Can't buy trees government cheese
I rather be it's breeze, niggas bubblin keys.
My moms got two jobs, one on her
And letters to the governor-
Please off the deeds!
My baby mother wit' another brother wit'
drive by, roll down the window and laugh.
I solve all my problems indo and hash
Bought my a Nintendo
Now she it dad.
My a jerk, the water don't work
My sister twelve
And she her own skirt.
Rather do Kurt do her homework
Talk blunts and and she'll jump fa' joy.
Shit's twisted! knocked
But I it, out in the park gettin' lifted.
So now I'm sittin' here shit luck
a buck and it don't make a difference!

So yo! If you me
Cause if you don't I 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 like I'm trapped in a
around in a daze.
I rest til' I'm paid
Almost in my grave.
I wanna' look tough but my is scuffed
Everyday passing the is enough.
I had a little money but it came and it
Now either pay the rent or stay in a tent.
And it don't make sense how the shit is
And all ya' got up in ya' is lint.
You get the hint!
I had a fa' breakfast, just a beginner
fa' my lunch and sleep fa' dinner.
Try ta' go ta' priest call me a sinner
They call me everything for a winner.
I'm walkin' in the rain things would change
It a game and I pawned all the rings and chains.
Emotionally scarred from my job
nod-nigga times is hard.

Now do ya' me?
Cause if ya' don't I up and say it clearly.
I got ta' got ta' go!
I strive fa' my pay and every way
But type of shit, it happens everyday!
Now ya' check me?
If I was you and you was me
Would you me?
I got ta' got ta' go!
I strive fa' my pay each and way
But type of shit, it happens everyday!

3]
Yo, yo! I ain't front!
All I want is a
A pair of blue and yellow
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 you callin' collect
And twenty-five cent, you can call em' direct.
I put my on the line, I ain't makin' a dime
Niggas me never mind.
Man, you're ya' time!
Hey yo! I'm in the ghetto
And I'm ta' survive.
At the same time a rollin' by in a five
find a job for a 9 ta' 5
It's like the gettin' by
When ya' the high.
And I ain't got no smoke, the elevator
I'm at the end of my
ta' find a way ta' court.
I'm on gin thinkin' how I could win
I know where it begin
But is where it could end.

Now yo!