Luyện nghe bài hát This Goes Out

This goes out to all hustlers
Everybody out there making ends meet
I mad at'cha
J E y'all, this out to everybody

goes out to you, this goes out to you
This goes out to you, this out to you
This goes out to you, goes out to you
goes out to you, this goes out to you

Some sleep five to a bed
at the feet, two at the top
So I can't really talk about how they live
When I know in my if it came down to it
I'd be down the same as them
See Lord, tryna must be something
That was Heaven
A lot of wouldn't be paid without this trade
we call hustlin'

This goes out to the on the corner
Stressin' and strugglin' to get a dollar
I ain't mad at'cha, do something
Hold your head up 'cause they can't you
goes out to the girls in the streets
Like going all out so their kids can eat
I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something
Hold your head up 'cause they touch you
goes out

I used to be between
Going all out and doings that I know just wasn't right
And now I'm back
And I think just do it or did something
But I can you then
Rather take a bullet in my head than my family unfed
And the way it is
This goes out to my homies,

goes out to the cats on the corner
Stressin' and just to get a dollar
I ain't mad at'cha, do something
Hold your head up they can't touch you
goes out to the girls in the streets
Like all out just so their kids can eat
I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something
Hold your up 'cause they can't touch you
goes out

Ay yo I the struggle
Like I welcome the
the right one, take it and bubble
That's on the
I ain't giving in, I'm to win
And if I gotta get my hands a little
Then I'm for sin
But the Fed don't ain't no bread
So brothers have ta learn to bake to bread
Chicks use ass and shake to make bread
But I,aint mad at ya shorty keep kids fed

This goes out to my five eight one click
I often reminisce when we just dreamed of
Rich cars, fine homes, girls nice toes
pieces standing in line to show us their thongs
Went from six deep in a little ass jeep
The trucks and Benzes, prowling the streets
We gon' ball we fall
we fadin' em all
Put glasses in the air, this goes out to y'all

This out to the cats on the corner
and strugglin' just to get a dollar
I mad at'cha, gotta do something
Hold your head up they can't touch ya
goes out to the girls in the streets
Like going all out so their kids can eat
I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something
Hold your head up they can't touch ya
goes out

My homies, you can't me
If you don't really me
This out to my homies
You can't me
If you don't really me
This goes out to my
You can't me
If you don't really me
This out to my homies
You touch me
If you don't know me