Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

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

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

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

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

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

I just play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say I've knelt
Before God and asked for better at times to no avail
But I never sat back feelin' for myself
If you don't give me heaven, raise hell 'til it's heaven

Justify my
(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 your cat
Just the unwritten laws in rap, that
For every action there's a reaction, don't have me
Relaxin's what I'm about but about

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

You understand I am chasin' my
I am escapin' my death, oh yes
I am the Michael Schumacher of the roc
Mach 5, barrelin' my power can stop God

God me but I can't let them 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 both our sight
And two wrongs make 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 knock the war try to put your in it
for a minute-and-a-half
Bet that all the grinnin' and the laughs
When you play the game of life and the win 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
to cop or shot-call, they self cleansin' in the cash
But can't put they name on paper 'cause you on blast

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

Justify my
(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)