Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

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

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

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

I ain't never been
A nigga better keep his hands to
Or get clapped for what's that man's belt
I never asked for nothin' I don't demand of
Honesty, loyalty, friends and wealth

before dishonor and I tell you what else
I my belt 'fore I beg for help
pride is what held me together through the years
I wasn't felt, which is why I never played myself

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

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

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

Now if you shoot my dog, I'ma kill cat
Just the laws in rap, know that
For every action there's a reaction, have me relapsin'
Relaxin's what I'm about but mine

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

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

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

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

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

say, "An eye for an eye", we both lose our sight
And two wrongs make a right
But when you been wrong and you all along
That it's just one life, at point does one fight?
(Good question, right)

'Fore you knock the war try to put your in it
for a minute-and-a-half
Bet that stops all the and the laughs
you play the game of life and the win ain't in the bag

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

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

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

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