Luyện nghe bài hát Been Through the Storm

Been through the storm, through the cold and
thing's still the same
Can't control how I
it's hard to keep it real

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

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

My momma and poppa, moved to the U.S. as
to get visas and green cards through immigration
Though my pop was po', away from crime and malice
Hard living gave him hard and callous

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's kinda hard bein' humble in the of struggle
Doin' things that probably get you in
That's why we stay up on the block, gettin'
While we keepin' it in front of churchgoers keepin' the faith

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

I been the storm, through the cold and rain
Everything's still the same, control how I feel
Sometimes it's to keep it real
Wooh, yeah, oh