Luyện nghe bài hát Everything's Gonna Be Alright

it out
This is a story about the
Who waited the worst for the best in crosstown
Who planned on havin' so dick
Why me,

Everything's be alright (alright)
Everything's gonna be (alright)
gonna be alright now (alright)
Everything's gonna be (alright)

Some get a and some get none
Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half
I was one who had and always mad
Never my dad, mother fuck the fag
Where anyway I pick up, flipped the clip up
Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the hic-ups
I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not
My mother couldn't us, she had to throw me out
I walked the strip, with this here clip, who hit?
I had to eat, this money's good as
I'm doin' braids, I wasn't enough
I kept 'em long I couldn't afford a haircut
I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got
I got upset, I got a tec and a banana
Was down to throw the led to any tellin'
I'm still livin' broke, so a lot of good it did
Or done, if not for bad luck, I would none
Why did I to live a life of such a bad one
Why when I was a kid and I was a sad one
And always wanted to like this or that one

A ghetto bastard, next to the projects
Livin' in the with bums, I said now why treach
Why do I have to be like momma said I'm priceless
So I am all worthless, starved, that's just what nice gets
Sometimes I wish I could a pistol then, though
To stop the hell, I ended things a while ago
I ain't have jack but a hat and knapsack
Four squad stolen in in a blackjack
that, and now you want me to rap and give?
Say somethin' positive? well positive ain't I lived
I right around a corner from west hell
Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail
The sun shone on my side of the street, see
And only once or twice a week I would
I walked alone, my state of was usually home
I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted for cause of chrome
Some life, if you ain't wear your style was old
And you got more juice than dope for bottle sold
Hell no, I say gotta be a better way
But hey, never gamble in that that you can't play
I'm slowin' and and goin' in on and knowin' not now
How will I do it, how will I make it? I won't, how
Why me,

My third year into adulthood, and still a
I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor
I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the at night
Playin' hide and seek a machete seeking freddy's wife
say I'm rollin' on, nothin' but a dog now
I answer that with a tech, who wanna
'cause I been through more shit within the last week
Than a fly flowin' in on the concrete
I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and wrong
Since I was born that's my life, oh you don't know this
So don't say jack, and please say you understand
All that man to man can just walk down
If you ain't live you couldn't it, so kill it, skillet
And all that talk it won't help it out, now will it?
And ill town fell like I stuck-up props, got
worry, I hit by a, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped
But I'm the one who has been labeled as an
In teacher's schools, I'm the misfit child and
But that's cool with the bull, 'em backwards
That's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto

If you ain't ever been to the
Don't come to the ghetto
'cause you ain't understand the
And stay the fuck out of the
Why me?
(alright)