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 runnin' from cops.
as a joke, no wins at all
Can't play and my Timb's are small.
buy trees wit' government 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 mother wit' another brother wit' cash
They by, roll down the window and laugh.
I solve all my problems indo and hash
Bought my daughter a
Now she it dad.
My landlord's a jerk, the water work
My sister twelve
And she her own skirt.
do Kurt than do her homework
Talk blunts and boys and she'll fa' joy.
twisted! Opportunity knocked
But I it, out in the park gettin' 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 strive fa' my pay 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 til' I'm paid
Almost in my grave.
I wanna' look tough but my 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 make sense how the shit 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 lunch and fa' dinner.
Try ta' go ta' church call me a sinner
call me everything except for a winner.
I'm walkin' in the wishin' things would change
It a game and I pawned all the rings and chains.
Emotionally scarred 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 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 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 purse to the
I'm up early 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 makin' a dime
Niggas me never mind.
Man, you're ya' time!
Hey yo! I'm livin' in the
And I'm ta' survive.
At the same time a nigga rollin' by in a
find a job for a 9 ta' 5
It's the only gettin' 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 know it begin
But this is where it end.

Now yo!