Luyện nghe bài hát 2nd Chance

I to see my nigga, he doin' seventeen
One of the realist niggas, I ever seen
Got caught a bird, but his record was clean
Comin' back from Dade on a Gator speed

He a soldier but his partner was greed
Get out when he forty, in at twenty three
How seventeen years one key
Some shit cost twenty grand, he get you ten piece

He ain't hurt nobody, he was just tryna eat
He had a real job, went to work days a week
Said his last trip and he was gettin' out the streets
He a good nigga, chance all he needs

Some make mistakes, all fucked up circumstance
Now life gone, probably gon' die in the pen
They done gave up on life and put it in hands
I this was America, what happened to a 2nd chance?

niggas make mistakes, all fucked up circumstance
Now they life gone, gon' die in the pen
They gave up on life and put it in hands
I thought this was America, what to a 2nd chance?

Wish I had one chance, to sentence the kids
And 'em beg for they life like my niggas did
Give them a life sentence fo' some that wasn't big
'Fore they get granted they appeal, gotta do ten

Shoe gotta be on the foot for you to understand
The shit in the world to be a black man
What my future holds, I knew in advance
I life everyday just hopin' I win

A lot us already lost, we in the pen
This shit crazy God, he forgive sin
But when it come to the system that shit bend
I guess it do, on the color of yo' skin

Some make mistakes, all fucked up circumstance
Now they life gone, gon' die in the pen
They gave up on life and put it in God's hands
I this was America, what happened to a 2nd chance?

Some make mistakes, all fucked up circumstance
Now they life gone, probably die in the pen
They gave up on life and put it in hands
I thought this was America, happened to a 2nd chance?

I it was understood, nobody was perfect
So, how can one mistake yo' life worthless?
God made us all, put us to serve a purpose
Your life in twelve stranger's hands to come back a verdict

But is that really fair, what if they all was
You up one time, and they come back with thirty
But if you ain't got money, whole family hurtin'
Then you ain't got a choice, you cop out early

But if you was rich, you wouldn'ta got them
if the judge racist, nobody'd overturn it
The system fucked up, it ain't sturdy
Welcome to America, home of the

niggas make mistakes, all fucked up circumstance
Now life gone, probably gon' die in the pen
done gave up on life and put it in God's hands
I thought this was America, what happened to a 2nd

Some make mistakes, all fucked up circumstance
Now they gone, probably gon' die in the pen
gave up on life and put it in God's hands
I this was America, what happened to a 2nd chance?