Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

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

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

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

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

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

I just play the 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' sorry for
If you don't give me heaven, I'll raise hell 'til it's

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 your cat
Just the unwritten laws in rap, know
For every there's a reaction, don't have me relapsin'
Relaxin's what I'm but about mine

Don't be actin' you can't see street action
me back to reasonable doubt time
You see my mind's on the finish line, the wreck
I put my muh'fuckin' 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' 5, barrelin' my power can stop God

God forgive me but I can't let them me to you
Until I won this race, eventually
My engine burn out, I get whatever 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 both lose our
And two wrongs make a right
But when you been wrong and you know all
That it's just one life, at what point does one
(Good question, right)

'Fore you knock the war try to put dogs in it
Ten-and-a-halfs for a
Bet stops all the grinnin' and the laughs
When you play the game of life and the win in the bag

your options is none and the pen is all you have
Or the block, niggaz tight, there's limits on the ave
Tryin' to cop or shot-call, self cleansin' 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 corner 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)