Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Happens Everyday

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

1]
Hey yo! I walk down the
my stomach in knots
Spend time hustlin' runnin' cops.
as a joke, no wins at all
Can't ball and my Timb's are small.
Can't buy wit' government cheese
I rather be where 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' brother wit' cash
They by, roll down the window and laugh.
I solve all my problems wit' indo and
my daughter a Nintendo
Now she it dad.
My landlord's a jerk, the water don't
My little twelve
And she her own skirt.
Rather do Kurt do her homework
Talk blunts and boys and jump fa' joy.
twisted! Opportunity knocked
But I missed it, out in the park lifted.
So now I'm sittin' here shit luck
Without a 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 strive fa' my pay and every way
But this of shit, it happens everyday!

2]
It's like I'm in a maze
around in a daze.
I won't rest til' I'm
Almost in my grave.
I wanna' look but my sneakers is scuffed
Everyday the week is enough.
I had a little money but it came and it
Now it's either pay the rent or 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 cigarette fa' breakfast, just a
Fries fa' my 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 wishin' things would change
It ain't a game and I pawned all the and chains.
scarred from losin' my job
Pastor nod-nigga is hard.

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

3]
Yo, yo! I ain't front!
All I want is a
A pair of 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 don't respect when you collect
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 livin' in the
And I'm ta' survive.
At the same time a nigga by in a five
find 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 on gin thinkin' how I could win
I don't know where it
But this is it could end.

Now yo!