Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Happens Everyday

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

1]
Hey yo! I down the block
Wit' my in knots
Spend time hustlin' from cops.
Broke as a joke, no at all
Can't ball and my Timb's are small.
Can't buy trees wit' cheese
I rather be where it's breeze, niggas keys.
My got two jobs, one on her knees
And writin' letters to the
Please off the deeds!
My baby mother wit' another brother cash
drive by, roll down the window and laugh.
I solve all my problems wit' and hash
Bought my daughter a
Now she it dad.
My a jerk, the water don't work
My little twelve
And she her own skirt.
Rather do than do her homework
Talk blunts and and she'll jump fa' joy.
twisted! Opportunity knocked
But I missed it, out in the gettin' lifted.
So now I'm here shit outta luck
a buck and it don't make a difference!

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

2]
It's like I'm in a maze
around in a daze.
I won't til' I'm paid
Almost in my grave.
I wanna' tough but my sneakers is scuffed
Everyday the week is enough.
I had a money but it came and it went
Now it's either pay the 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 fa' breakfast, just a beginner
Fries fa' my and sleep fa' dinner.
Try ta' go ta' priest call me a sinner
They me everything except 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 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 each and way
But this of shit, it happens everyday!
Now would ya' me?
If I was you and you was me
Would you 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 want is a
A of blue and yellow dunks
And my in chunks.
But people see me, put they purse to the
I'm wakin' up early in the of the month.
Honeys don't respect when you callin'
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 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 sippin' on gin how I could win
I don't know it begin
But is where it could end.

Now yo!