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.
Broke as a joke, no at all
Can't play ball and my are small.
Can't buy trees government cheese
I rather be it's breeze, niggas bubblin keys.
My got two jobs, one on her knees
And writin' to the governor-
Please off the deeds!
My baby mother wit' another wit' cash
They drive by, roll the window and laugh.
I solve all my problems wit' indo and
my daughter a Nintendo
Now she it dad.
My landlord's a jerk, the water work
My little twelve
And she her own skirt.
do Kurt than do her homework
Talk blunts and and she'll jump fa' joy.
Shit's twisted! knocked
But I missed it, out in the park lifted.
So now I'm here shit outta luck
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 and every way
But type of shit, it happens everyday!

2]
It's I'm trapped in a maze
around in a daze.
I won't rest I'm paid
Almost in my grave.
I wanna' look tough but my is scuffed
passing the week is enough.
I had a little money but it came and it
Now either pay the rent 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 fa' breakfast, just a beginner
Fries fa' my and sleep fa' dinner.
Try ta' go ta' church priest call me a
call me everything except for a winner.
I'm walkin' in the rain wishin' things change
It ain't a game and I pawned all the and chains.
scarred from losin' my job
Pastor nod-nigga 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 each and way
But type of shit, it happens everyday!
Now ya' check me?
If I was you and you was me
you respect me?
I got ta' got ta' go!
I fa' my pay each and every way
But this type of shit, it everyday!

3]
Yo, yo! I gonna' front!
All I want is a
A pair of blue and yellow
And my in chunks.
But people see me, put purse to the front
I'm up early in the first of the month.
don't respect when you callin' 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, wastin' ya' time!
Hey yo! I'm in the ghetto
And I'm ta' survive.
At the same time a rollin' by in a five
Can't a job for a 9 ta' 5
It's like the gettin' by
When ya' 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 it begin
But is where it could end.

Now yo!