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 thug on this one here

It goes one o'clock, two o'clock, three rock
Five, six, o'clock, eight o'clock rock
Eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, the party 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 ain't been smacked
A nigga keep his hands to himself
Or get for what's under that man's belt
I asked for nothin' I don't demand of myself
Honesty, loyalty, friends and wealth

before dishonor and I tell you what else
I tighten my belt I beg for help
Foolish pride is held me together through the years
I felt, which is why I ain't never 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 me heaven, I'll raise hell 'til it's 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, kill your cat
Just the unwritten in rap, know that
For action there's a reaction, don't have me relapsin'
Relaxin's what I'm about but mine

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

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

God forgive me but I can't let deliver me to you
I won this race, then eventually
My gone burn out, I get whatever is meant for me
it turns 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 don't make a
But you been wrong and you know all along
it's just one life, at what point does one fight?
(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 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 tight, there's limits on the ave
Tryin' to cop or shot-call, they self cleansin' in the
But can't put they name on 'cause then you on blast

Mr. President, drugs in our residence
Tell me you want me to do, come break bread with us
Mr. Governor, I swear there's a up
Every other corner a liquor store, fuck is up

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

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