Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

This feel right, right here,
It's like supposed to happen, this one right here
Young, God
Let me justify my on this 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 party to pop
rock a fella, yo

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

I ain't never smacked
A better keep his hands to himself
Or get for what's under that man's belt
I never asked for nothin' I don't of myself
Honesty, loyalty, friends and wealth

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

I just play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say never knelt
Before God and for better cards at times to no avail
But I never sat back sorry for myself
If you don't give me heaven, I'll raise hell 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, I'ma kill cat
Just the unwritten in rap, know that
For every action there's a reaction, don't me relapsin'
Relaxin's what I'm about but about

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

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

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

Justify my
(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 lose our sight
And two wrongs make a right
But when you wrong and you know all along
That it's just one life, at what does one fight?
(Good question, right)

'Fore you the war try to put your dogs in it
for a minute-and-a-half
Bet stops all the grinnin' and the laughs
you play the game of life 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 in the cash
But can't put name on paper 'cause then you on blast

Mr. President, drugs in our residence
Tell me what you want me to do, come bread with us
Mr. Governor, I there's a cover up
Every other 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)