Luyện nghe bài hát Been Through the Storm

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

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

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

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

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

On the hand, mommy was the type to work two jobs
enough money, that's why I got your whole crew robbed
Got older, ways of grippin' the steel
Barely home for me to see her, or get a good cooked

Seek in the alleged land of the free, lookin'
Blendin' in with city folk, down in 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 words I

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

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

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

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

1987 Reaganomics ever
To visit cities, out of town kick was serious
Guyanese jeans bounce, put whatever 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
Like we innocent, actin' than should

Walk around broke in the hood, watchin all the niggaz
younger thugs who try to choke and try to get niggaz
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
things that probably get you in trouble
That's why we up on the block, gettin' money
While we keepin' it safe in front of churchgoers the faith

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

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