Luyện nghe bài hát Been Through the Storm

Been through the storm, the cold and rain
Every still the same
Can't how I feel
Sometimes it's to keep it real

You see the luxuries in life, with the fortune and
Like them Cadillacs with mayne
So many ways to make a
Huh, sometimes I think my father

You see, my poppa was broke, and my was young
Tryin' to blend in them city folk
Every day knockin' down my do'
Wonderin' where my next is comin' from

My momma and poppa, to the U.S. as Jamaicans
Struggled to get visas and green cards through
my pop was po', stayed away from crime and malice
Hard gave him hard hands and callous

As a young and peep how much they each other's space
His hard hands rubbin, against the pretty of my mother's face
Dig for treasure 'til his looked like hands of a junkie
So coarse, slap a mule and take the life a donkey

On the other hand, was the type to work two jobs
Never money, that's why I got your whole crew robbed
Got older, developed of grippin' the steel
Barely home for me to see her, or get a good cooked

Seek refuge in the alleged of the free, lookin'
Blendin' in with city folk, in Flat bush Brooklyn
Feel a little of my pain, and sing to it
Homey, I seen it all, if you ain't knowin' I through it
In other I

Been through the storm, through the cold and
Every thing's still the
control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to it real

You see the in life, with the fortune and fame
Like them with sunroofs mayne
So ways to make a dollar
Huh, sometimes I about my father

You see, my poppa was broke, and my momma was
to blend in with them city folk
Every day landlord knockin' my do'
Wonderin' where my next blessing is comin'

Got a little older, late teens, me and my crew huddle
On the corner late nights, to escape struggle
got cold and still would hustle in the same place
In front of Pancho Delis, now the freeze up on a nigga

Reaganomics ever curious
To visit cities, out of town kick was serious
Guyanese jeans bounce, put slinger on
Whatever came back, quickly brought me right along

Nigga ran from home, doin' different wild shit
Just to put a pair of on, 'Didas on
Wreck is all for the good, gettin' into
we innocent, actin' older than should

Walk around in the hood, watchin all the rich niggaz
These younger who try to choke and try to get niggaz
Thinkin' my mom and pop, while I'm monopolizin'
To hell with just by and economizin'

It's hard bein' humble in the belly of struggle
Doin' things that get you in trouble
That's why we stay up on the block, money
we keepin' it safe in front of churchgoers keepin' the faith

Mom and pop be worryin' for son, despite they struggle
And their livin', look and see just what I become
A scavenger in brute pursuit to be happy, young and
That's across the line until somebody tryin' to cap me, oh shit

I been through the storm, the cold and rain
still the same, can't control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to it real
Wooh, yeah, oh