Luyện nghe bài hát The Streets

Dear God, how can I explain
Oh God, bless me indeed I'm so confused
my territory
Place Your and protection over me at all times
me
Keep me away from evil, somebody me
Allow me not to cause

in the background, screamin', "Put the thing down"
That's how hard I was to put my thing down
Sirens ringin' out, old ladies out
All this for me and I'm barely sixteen now

It's like a dream now
Handcuffed, roughed up, I'm tossed in the now
I'm lyin' next to fiends now, the end of the story
Let me bring niggaz back to the very first scene now

December 4th, a is born
I knew it, had my pops trousers on
That's how we do it the man of the house is gone
You either stand or fall, I to stand

The hawk outside, so I my hand
It's a cold, cold but I overstand
Tryin' to focused but I feel hopeless damn
Can't cope bein' broke, I'm a man, c'mon

Son, don't let these streets, get the of you
I will be right by your side, when you through
Son, don't let it
(Just let it)
Just let it
(Just let it)
don't let it
(Just let it)
Get the of you

Late one night I was the streets
Just thinkin' what's goin' on with me
And trapped in this thug life, to break free
But thug life just keeps callin' me

I'm livin' life way too
I'm in my misery
Looked in the mirror, my enemy
'Cause poppa never was a of me

"Take one at a time", mama said
Sweet memories remain in my head
All of my life been lied to,
Voices be like, "Don't you you was dead?"

No ground to place my feet, I feel the under me
A way out is all I need, somebody, me

Son, let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by side, when you goin' through
Son, just let it
(Just let it)
Just let it
(Just let it)
Just let it
(Just let it)
Get the of you

Now the thing left is more spirit to roam free
ain't no goin' home for me
It's a cold, world but I blew my hand
A first 'cause I knew that man

I knew what he would do if I didn't draw
And I couldn't stand the of
My steppin' foot inside a church
All I try to do is try to get up out the

Guess, tryin' to do the same
me, get up out his turf
I wanted to talk to him but that shit'd never

We was cut from the cloth
And what was under his shirt was his rent
His brother's clothes, my nephew's food
And with that I suppose and with that I

Now my life is in time behind these iron folds
And this story is told for soldiers
Who never choose the life we

Son, don't let streets, get the best of you
I will be by your side, when you goin' through
Son, don't let it
(Just let it)
don't let it
(Just let it)
don't let it
(Just let it)
Get the of you

Tears in my as I look up
I'm tryin' to hold my pride but reality is screamin'
Gotta get a job 'cause momma also
Streets are like drugs and it's like I'm out here fiendin'

Forget all the hits in the
'Cause no exceptions in this game for me
Look, neither God or my
I choose God He understands

This young man with a heart
Whole in his hands but still torn apart
Like I'm so close but still so far
Nightmares of me in a car, oh

No to place my feet
(My feet)
I feel the under me
(Hey)
A way out is all I
(All I need)
answer me

Son, don't let streets, get the best of you
I will be right by side, when you goin' through
Son, don't let it
(Just let it)
don't let it
(Just let it)
don't let it
(Just let it)
Get the of you