Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Happens Everyday

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

1]
Hey yo! I down the block
my stomach in knots
Spend time runnin' from cops.
Broke as a joke, no at all
Can't ball and my Timb's are small.
Can't buy wit' government cheese
I rather be where it's breeze, niggas keys.
My got two jobs, one on her knees
And letters to the governor-
Please off the deeds!
My baby wit' another brother wit' cash
drive by, roll down the window and laugh.
I solve all my wit' indo and hash
my daughter a Nintendo
Now she it dad.
My landlord's a jerk, the don't work
My little twelve
And she her own skirt.
Rather do than 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
a buck and it don't make 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 this type of shit, it everyday!

2]
It's like I'm in a maze
around in a daze.
I won't rest I'm paid
down in my grave.
I wanna' look but my sneakers is scuffed
passing the week 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 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
fa' my lunch and sleep fa' dinner.
Try ta' go ta' church call me a sinner
They me everything except for a winner.
I'm walkin' in the rain wishin' things 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 and every way
But this type of shit, it everyday!
Now ya' check me?
If I was you and you was me
you respect 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 dunks
And my in chunks.
But people see me, put they to the front
I'm up early in the first of the month.
Honeys don't respect you callin' 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
ya' feelin' the high.
And I got no smoke, the elevator broke
I'm at the end of my
ta' find a way ta' court.
I'm sippin' on gin thinkin' how I win
I don't where it begin
But is where it could end.

Now yo!