Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Get Right

These are the last days, in
Look at the turmoil our kids the ghetto in
They bustin' and ain't got remorse for the innocent
It's just nigga in the morgue

My momma was pregnant a son she should abort
'Cause she ain't knowin' what I'm fin' to be
Is nothin' short of a motivated killin' 'cause them boys
See a nigga as a third of a human [Incomprehensible]

Every time I see a cracker a badge, I'm in awe
'Cause I'm knowin' how he and I'm just bein' real
I don't hate and I don't preach it, no motherfuckin secret
We ain't first citizens and we ain't second either

Need to get up and get out and cut bullshit out
Nigga get yo' own, you strugglin' at this house
The of makin' money make a motherfucker bend
If you'd rather me than you die in the end again and

I made it to dry land but still wound up sinkin' in quicksand
I'm tryin' Lord, I just can't get
my bills on Monday, even went to church on Sunday
But I, but I, but I can't get right

I lay in bed up at the ceiling
As the fan turns in a circle thinkin' 'bout my
Seein' end on my TV, in the skies
Over Baghdad they fight but they don't why

What they about Hussein was a goddamn lie
Raised a war a religion for oil, don't lie
I seen kids from the hood livin' like they die
the mindset of be broke or let's go get high

If the of livin' so crazy how we gon' get by
five dollars, how the fuck we gon' drive?
Can't afford to fill our so we all gon' die
CVS is slangin' dope on every block

Since, spies up and had the dope game on
Then only right for one nigga to go get mine
If they injured how they gon' survive?
If they stuck at the bottom how the they gon' ride?

I made it over to dry land but still up sinkin' in quicksand
I'm tryin' Lord, I can't get right
my bills on Monday, even went to church on Sunday
But I, but I, but I just get right

Ain't a muthafucker, first you think you got it
it all falls apart in front your eyes, try to stop it
But it's part of the that was written by the man
Got me down on my knees and my prayin'

Forgive me Lord, thank the I'm alive
I'm knowin' deep down I coulda died
I so many tears, lost so many peers
In the grave or the penitentiary twenty years

Pourin' on the corner 'cause Frankie told me look a killer
Told me I was high, livin' blind to the that they sold us out
America the beautiful, there's a on every day of the month
Tryin' to get our broken, huh

It's another chance these circumstances
My people advancin' but if we pray
Maybe we'll get to live our in the sun
Instead of livin' on the blocks dyin' young, I come

Ooh, made it, made it, it
But I can't get right, oh