Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

This feel right, here, quick
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, o'clock, the party 'bout to pop
Then 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 to do myself
I never tell even if it means sittin' in a cell
I ain't never ran, never

I ain't been smacked
A better keep his hands to himself
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 before dishonor and I tell you what
I my belt 'fore I beg for help
Foolish is what held me together through the years
I wasn't felt, which is why I ain't 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 sat back feelin' sorry for myself
If you don't give me heaven, I'll raise hell it's heaven

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

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

Now if you shoot my dog, I'ma kill cat
Just the laws in rap, know that
For every action there's a reaction, have me relapsin'
Relaxin's what I'm about but about

be actin' like you can't see street action
Take me to reasonable doubt time
You see my on the finish line, facin' the wreck
I put my muh'fuckin' faith in the tec, 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 let them deliver me to you
Until I won race, then eventually
My engine gone out, I get whatever 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)

say, "An eye for an eye", we both lose our sight
And two wrongs don't a right
But when you been and you know all along
it's just one life, at what point 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
When you play the game of and the win ain't in the bag

your options is none and the pen is all you have
Or the block, niggaz standin' tight, there's on the ave
Tryin' to cop or shot-call, they self in the cash
But can't put they name on paper 'cause then you on

Mr. President, there's in our residence
Tell me what you want me to do, come break with us
Mr. Governor, I swear there's a 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)