Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

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

It goes one o'clock, two o'clock, o'clock rock
Five, six, seven o'clock, eight rock
Eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, the '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 scared to do
I never tell even if it means sittin' in a cell
I ain't never ran, never

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

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

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

my thug
(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, I'ma kill cat
Just the unwritten laws in rap, know
For every action a reaction, don't have me relapsin'
Relaxin's what I'm about but about

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

You I am chasin' my breath
I am narrowly my death, oh yes
I am the Schumacher of the roc roster
Travelin' Mach 5, barrelin' my power can God

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

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)

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

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

When options is none and the pen is all you have
Or the block, niggaz standin' tight, there's 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 swear a cover up
other corner there's a liquor store, fuck is up

Justify my
(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)