Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

This feel right, here, quick
It's like it's supposed to happen, this one 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, o'clock, eight o'clock rock
Eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, the 'bout to pop
Then a fella, yo

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

I ain't been smacked
A nigga better his hands to himself
Or get clapped for what's under that man's
I asked for nothin' I don't demand of myself
Honesty, loyalty, friends and wealth

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

I play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say I've never knelt
Before God and for better cards at times to no avail
But I never sat back feelin' 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 my thug
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you, for you)
(Fresh)

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

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

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

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

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

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

They say, "An eye for an eye", we both lose our
And two don't make a right
But when you been wrong and you know all
That it's just one life, at what point 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 grinnin' and the
you play the game of life and the win ain't in the bag

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

Mr. President, drugs in our residence
Tell me what you want me to do, break bread with us
Mr. Governor, I swear there's a 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)