Luyện nghe bài hát The Good Fight

When you wake up this morining, I want you to go to the mirror, and I want you to look at yourself in the and say "Fuck you!, Fuck your hopes, Fuck your dreams, Fuck all the good you thought this life was 'gon bring you"
Now lets got out there and make this bitch

New Tigallo, New Tigallo, New Tigallo, New

Up with the sun, and the stars, 6 A.M. ring the alarm
Weather man say "it's 90 but it gon' feel like 100 tomorrow
So throw fresh water under the arms"
Bullshit as I come in the job
Boss hit me with the news like a under the jaw
"they just had a meeting and about 3 hundred
Of y'all gettin cuz we been defunded"
Can't say I even see it coming
I always knew that one day, they'd find a way to throw me to the
And once they, came into my room on Friday afternoon I was thinkin
"why you ass niqqas couldn't find me on Monday"
I it's not sane, but yo I'm just sayin
Everybody for the day they see the light
But the light at the end of the is a train
5 gas, and poverty rates, are rising much higher than your hourly rates
So if you thinkin 'bout quittin you should wait
Cuz everybody do a fuckin job that they hate
"Go and live out your dreams" thats what tellin
Fam in my ear all day and yellin
"Keep it real Te", and don't ever
But how the fuck you sell out ain't nobody sellin?

Tired of playin with yall, I fight the good fight
But it ain't payin me
N.C., (Make ya money)
VA, (Make ya money)
To my man still hard, tryin to get it at whatever the cost
Wherever you at or whoever you are, me (Make ya money)
All day (Make ya money)

It's chasin a high, you just wanna get a hit
Just wanna get a taste, wanna benefit
we wake up there's the legitimate
Struggle between doin whats right, and just doin some niqqa
Baby bro wrote me say he he lost me
I'm like dude I'm back the fuck up off me
My friends say "Te ya family's beautiful"
I'm like if y'all niqqas knew what it cost me
This shit don't come with no
And with every change it more like a game you could never win
I tell my peoples I ain't rich but this harvest is the farthest a broke niqqa ever
"Go for ya dreams" that's what they
Fam in my ear all day and they
"Keep it real Te", and ever sellout
But what the is sellin out if ain't nobody sellin?

Tired of with yall, I wanna fight the good fight
But it ain't payin me
N.C., (Make ya money)
VA, (Make ya money)
To my man still hustlin hard, to get it at whatever the cost
you at or whoever you are, that's me (Make ya money)
All day (Make ya money)