Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Happens Everyday

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

1]
Hey yo! I down the block
Wit' my stomach in
Spend time hustlin' runnin' cops.
as a joke, no wins at all
Can't play and my Timb's are small.
Can't buy trees wit' government
I rather be where it's breeze, niggas keys.
My moms got two jobs, one on her
And writin' letters to the
Please off the deeds!
My mother wit' another brother wit' cash
They by, roll down the window and laugh.
I solve all my wit' indo and hash
Bought my a Nintendo
Now she it dad.
My landlord's a jerk, the water work
My sister twelve
And she her own skirt.
Rather do than do her homework
Talk blunts and boys and jump fa' joy.
twisted! Opportunity knocked
But I it, out in the park gettin' lifted.
So now I'm sittin' here shit outta
Without a buck and it don't 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 each and way
But type of shit, it happens everyday!

2]
It's like I'm trapped in a
around in a daze.
I won't til' I'm paid
down in my grave.
I look tough but my sneakers is scuffed
passing the week 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 cigarette fa' breakfast, a beginner
Fries fa' my lunch and fa' dinner.
Try ta' go ta' church priest call me a
They me everything except for a winner.
I'm walkin' in the rain wishin' things would
It a game and I pawned all the rings and chains.
Emotionally scarred from my job
Pastor nod-nigga 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 type of shit, it happens everyday!
Now ya' check 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 type of shit, it happens everyday!

3]
Yo, yo! I gonna' front!
All I is a blunt
A pair of 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 twenty-five cent, you can call em' direct.
I put my life on the line, I ain't 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
like the only gettin' by
When ya' the high.
And I ain't got no smoke, the elevator
I'm at the end of my
Tryin' ta' a way ta' court.
I'm sippin' on gin thinkin' how I win
I don't know it begin
But is where it could end.

Now yo!