Luyện nghe bài hát Still Ain't Forgave Myself

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

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

Mistakes on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave
Ay, I am today
I made myself but I ain't forgave myself
For runnin to the grave getting to death
I ain't forgave my self
For anyone who ever wondered how I
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 motor in 30 days
man I ain't listen to anything
I'm getting money so, I'm right and I got plenty
Besides why I need school, be rappin momma
If that don't work, then I guess be trappin momma
But hey I promise Im'ma make it I'm damn good
Im'ma get us out this hood and off can goods
School just a white man game, and it's ran
At 16, here's my to manhood
Blue 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 keep it cool
How ya doin officer, what ya mean why I in school
Can you search the car?Yea but, I rather you didn't
Besides it's just a waste of yo 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 I ain't gone get (Damn!)

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

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 to life than sellin blow and chopper bustin
But the good in knowin' better if I ain't tell 'em nutthin
I knew I coulda Cap not to kill shawty
Put down the gun, get in the car let 'em live
You'll probably get locked up, and probably have a deal shawty
Naw, I scared, I'm just telling ya like it is shawty
Coulda told Endae, Quint, and Kern, man ya covers
Leave that country town alone, yall needa back home
Bankhead and J-Rue, I feel like if I was wit 'em
They woulda got killed that night if I was 'em
Seem like I coulda mo', said mo'
Why all my partners be dead or in the fed fo'?
All the time, I just wish that could ball wit me
Sometimes at I close my eyes, and dream that yall wit me (damn.)

Mistakes on this road to wealth
I ain't forgave myself
Ay, I am today
I made myself but I 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 myself

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

Yea, for anybody who ever wondered how I
who ever wondered what's wrong wit me, here it is
3 16'S of in the heart of T.I.P
song is dedicated to everybody who ain't here wit me
Cap, you fucked up shawty, but when you get out
If I live to see it, its gone be on again ya what I'm sayin
And we ain't gotta bout goin to jail shawty we legit now
Ya know what I'm sayin Cern, Quint, Endae, gone get out man
And when you do I'll be there always
Bankhead, J-rue, I'm sorry man, some shit I change
When I get up there, we gone ball again, open the shawty let me in
We gone ball. J-Rue man I money ain't worth a friend shawty
I fucked up bad man I still ain't forgave
My momma, sorry I ain't but
Hell we rich now it don't matter. My shit
It don't matter either yall
Well hell My boy (music stops)
You betta not do the same I did
Or Im'ma whoop yo ass