Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

This feel right, here, quick
like it's supposed to happen, this one right here
Young, God
Let me justify my thug on one right here

It one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock rock
Five, six, seven o'clock, eight rock
o'clock, twelve o'clock, the party 'bout to pop
Then a fella, yo

your boy S. Dot 'n' I ain't never been to jail
I ain't pay a nigga to do no dirt for me
I was to do myself
I will never tell even if it means sittin' in a
I ain't ran, never will

I ain't never smacked
A nigga better his hands to himself
Or get clapped for what's under that man's
I never asked for I don't demand of myself
Honesty, loyalty, and then wealth

Death before dishonor and I tell you else
I tighten my 'fore I beg for help
pride is what held me together through the years
I wasn't felt, which is why I ain't played myself

I just play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say never knelt
Before God and asked for better cards at to no avail
But I sat back feelin' sorry for myself
If you don't give me heaven, I'll hell 'til it's heaven

Justify my
(For you)
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you, for you)
(Fresh)

To justify my
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you, for you)
(Fresh)

Now if you shoot my dog, kill your cat
Just the unwritten laws in rap, know
For every there's a reaction, don't have me relapsin'
Relaxin's what I'm about but mine

Don't be like you can't see street action
Take me back to reasonable time
You see my mind's on the line, facin' the wreck
I put my muh'fuckin' faith in the tec, tell not yet

You understand I am my breath
I am escapin' my death, oh yes
I am the Michael Schumacher of the roc
Travelin' Mach 5, barrelin' my can stop God

God me but I can't let them deliver me to you
I won this race, then eventually
My engine gone burn out, I get whatever is for me
However it turns out fine, red

my thug
(For you)
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you)
(Fresh)

To justify my
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you)
(Fresh)

say, "An eye for an eye", we both lose our sight
And two wrongs don't a right
But when you been wrong and you all along
That just one life, at what point does one fight?
(Good question, right)

you knock the war try to put your dogs in it
Ten-and-a-halfs for a
Bet that stops all the grinnin' and the
When you play the game of and the win ain't in the bag

When your is none and the pen is all you have
Or the block, standin' tight, there's limits on the ave
Tryin' to cop or shot-call, they self cleansin' in the
But can't put name on paper 'cause then you on blast

Mr. President, there's drugs in our
Tell me you want me to do, come break bread with us
Mr. Governor, I swear a cover up
Every other corner there's a store, fuck is up

my thug
(For you)
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you)
(Fresh)

To justify my
(For you)
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you)
(Fresh)