Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Happens Everyday

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

1]
Hey yo! I walk down the
my stomach in knots
Spend time hustlin' from cops.
as a joke, no wins at all
Can't play ball and my are small.
Can't buy 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 by, roll down the window and laugh.
I solve all my problems wit' and hash
Bought my a Nintendo
Now she it dad.
My landlord's a jerk, the water don't
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! knocked
But I missed it, out in the park lifted.
So now I'm sittin' here shit outta
Without a buck and it don't a difference!

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

2]
It's like I'm in a maze
around in a daze.
I won't rest I'm paid
Almost in my grave.
I wanna' tough but my sneakers is scuffed
Everyday passing the is enough.
I had a little money but it and it went
Now either pay the rent or stay in a tent.
And it don't make sense how the is intense
And all ya' got up in ya' is lint.
You get the hint!
I had a cigarette fa' breakfast, a beginner
Fries fa' my and sleep fa' dinner.
Try ta' go ta' church priest me a sinner
They call me everything for a winner.
I'm walkin' in the rain things would change
It ain't a and I pawned all the rings and chains.
scarred from 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 type 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 fa' my pay each and every way
But this type of shit, it everyday!

3]
Yo, yo! I gonna' front!
All I is a blunt
A of blue and yellow dunks
And my in chunks.
But people see me, put purse to the front
I'm wakin' up in the first of the month.
Honeys respect when 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 call me mind.
Man, you're ya' time!
Hey yo! I'm in the ghetto
And I'm ta' survive.
At the time a nigga rollin' by in a five
Can't a job for a 9 ta' 5
It's like the only 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 sippin' on gin how I could win
I don't know where it
But this is it could end.

Now yo!