Luyện nghe bài hát Still Ain't Forgave Myself

Still forgave myself damn
It's a lotta up shit that go down man
You don't know the half

Man I been in and trouble since an adolescents
Spoiled rotten, dead fresh, wit no daddy
I got two uncles, Quint and Man and they me straight
7 And 8, I'm money while they movin weight
My daddy me clothes and always tell me come and see him
I say aiight but still I feelin my momma need him
They sendin letters home from school, nobody mines
And plus my uncles, doin 10 years F.E.D.
Then I started rebellin, crack sellin
Tha littlest on the corner wit a Mac 11
school I hear my momma holla homework
I say ma, but look I got my own work
interactin wit fiends at the age of 13
Now my momma findin in my socks, glocks in my toy box
Like damn, why do trouble come to me like
But on the real, it ain't even have to be this (fuck)

made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave
Ay, what I am
I made but I still ain't forgave myself
For runnin to the grave getting to death
I still forgave my self
For who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain't forgave

At 14 man, thought I everything
I'm slabs, trappin hard, movin heavy Cain
I bought an '85 on some dane-a-danes
Now I'm the shit, huh, the blew in 30 days
Hardheaded man I listen to anything
I'm getting so, I'm right and I got plenty game
why I need school, Im'ma be rappin momma
If don't work, then I guess Im'ma be trappin momma
But hey I Im'ma make it cause I'm damn good
Im'ma get us out this and off these can goods
just a white man game, and it's ran good
At 16, my introduction to manhood
lights behind me, damn what I'm gonna do
Cause I got 2 of weed and a 3.80 too
I guess everything'll be aiight if I just keep it
How ya doin officer, what ya mean why I in school
Can you search the car?Yea but, I rather you didn't
it's just a waste of yo time cause ain't nutthin in it
(Laugh) I that's when I seen, that I ain't know shit
When stuck in a place wit freedom I ain't get (Damn!)

Mistakes on this road to wealth
I still ain't myself
Ay, what I am
I made myself but I still forgave myself
For runnin to the getting closer to death
I still ain't my self
For anyone who wondered how I felt
I still ain't forgave

Outta all the niggas I was wit I was doin wrong
3 In the fed, 1 doin life, and 2 dead and
Knew there was more to life sellin blow and chopper bustin
But what's the good in better if I ain't tell 'em nutthin
I I coulda told Cap not to kill shawty
Put down the gun, get in the car let 'em shawty
You'll probably get locked up, and I'll probably a deal shawty
Naw, I ain't scared, I'm telling ya like it is shawty
Coulda told Endae, Quint, and Kern, man ya covers
Leave that country town alone, yall needa come back
and J-Rue, I just feel like if I was wit 'em
They woulda never got that night if I was 'em
Seem like I done mo', said mo'
Why all my partners be dead or in the fed fo'?
All the time, I wish that yall could ball wit me
Sometimes at I close my eyes, and dream that yall wit me (damn.)

made on this road to wealth
I still forgave myself
Ay, I am today
I made but I still ain't forgave myself
For runnin to the getting closer to death
I still ain't forgave my
For anyone who ever how I felt
I still ain't forgave

And yea they say I blame myself
But I still ain't forgave
Fo the made on this road to wealth
I still forgave myself
Guess this the chance you take, when dealt the cards I was dealt
But I still ain't forgave
For anybody who wondered how I felt
I still forgave myself (Ain't Forgave myself)

Yea, for anybody who ever how I felt
who ever wondered what's wrong wit me, here it is
3 of what's in the heart of T.I.P
song is dedicated to everybody who ain't here wit me
Cap, damn you up shawty, but when you get out
If I live to see it, its be on again ya know what I'm sayin
And we gotta worry bout goin to jail shawty we legit now
Ya know what I'm Cern, Quint, Endae, yall gone get out man
And when you do be there shawty always
Bankhead, J-rue, I'm sorry man, some shit I cant
When I get up there, we gone ball again, open the shawty let me in
We gone ball. J-Rue man I know money ain't a friend shawty
I fucked up bad man I still forgave myself
My momma, sorry I ain't but
Hell we rich now it matter. My uncles shit
It matter either yall back
hell My Lil' boy (music stops)
You betta not do the shit I did
Or Im'ma yo muthafuckin ass