Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Happens Everyday

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

1]
Hey yo! I down the block
Wit' my 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 trees wit' cheese
I rather be where breeze, niggas bubblin keys.
My moms got two jobs, one on her
And letters to the governor-
call off the deeds!
My baby mother another brother wit' cash
They drive by, roll down the and laugh.
I solve all my problems wit' indo and
Bought my daughter a
Now she it dad.
My landlord's a jerk, the water work
My little sister
And she her own skirt.
Rather do than do her homework
Talk and boys and she'll jump fa' joy.
Shit's twisted! Opportunity
But I missed it, out in the park 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 I come up close
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 trapped in a
around in a daze.
I won't rest I'm paid
Almost in my grave.
I look tough but my sneakers is scuffed
Everyday passing the is enough.
I had a little but it came and it went
Now it's either pay the or stay in a tent.
And it don't make 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 priest 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 all the rings and chains.
Emotionally scarred from my job
Pastor times is hard.

Now do ya' me?
if ya' don't 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 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 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 they purse to the
I'm wakin' up in the first of the month.
Honeys don't respect when you collect
And it's twenty-five cent, you can em' direct.
I put my life on the line, I ain't a dime
call me never mind.
Man, you're ya' time!
Hey yo! I'm livin' in the
And I'm ta' survive.
At the same a nigga rollin' by in a five
Can't a job for a 9 ta' 5
It's the only gettin' by
ya' feelin' the high.
And I ain't got no smoke, the broke
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!