Luyện nghe bài hát It's H***

up
Hold ya up
It's in the streets boy
Hold your head nigga, cause it's hell

I'm sittin' in the courtroom, full of butterflies
Somebody help me, cause my is in the Judge eyes
They got me for a Humbug, and that's some
I should've to them preachers in the pulpit
Stressin' to help me, seemed I was born by mistake
While the races dominate, got me victim to the
I'm for kicks, hustle and rob reefer, it medicated my mind
Fuck the World, we
My died in 92 so crazy, what the fuck to do?
Daddy hard, and I know one day it currupt him to chillin'
I'm starin' at the celin', take too many blows
The be killin', got the silence up through my nose, oh
These people want to me, my momma dead so fuck 'em
A timer on the rise, so nothin' I feel
To my niggas in the county, I do a bit with ya
Boy, in the I don't care with ya my nigga

Cause it's
off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my in jail
When we cryin' keep a for the cops
Cause no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

Cause it's
we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm on my knees
Lord keep watchin'
I'm for a better way
And I that's all I say

Now I was born broke, but I'll be if I'm a die that way
Love my momma, deny that face
And as a child, I prayed
For a rap deal, man sometimes, twice I'd say
Lord save me, me, away from here
20 To 9, and I've been sellin' yay' for
But why we had a house, and couldn't it?
Why we
Why we get more pink slips than Secret?
Why I rob?
Why my pappi ain't job?
Why I graduate?
Why through high school I have a date?
Why I had to
Why Im hand me downs?
Why im in and out of
Why I let my down?
Why my uncle
Wish it been me
He ain't rob, he hustle, should've been me
Preacher man, could you pray for me,
When God lay him his herbs, tell him wait for me

hell
Livin' off a thug, things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my in jail
When we keep an eye for the cops
Cause ain't no sunshine for or blocks, my nigga

Cause it's
What we go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm on my knees
Lord watchin' over
I'm for a better way
And all I gotta say

He keep layin' his hands on my momma again
Family ties, this is where the drama
my momma on the floor, bitch this and bitch that
Locked in my prayin' to God, Please let me get
He's trippin' like he's outta
So he had to of been smokin' the herb to
Through the wall, she was and chokin'
11 Years old, and I don't need to be seein' shit
But in my tape deck, 8ball talkin' beatin' a bitch
It got me confused, but damn, you shouldn't of popped her that
And when them folks through, her stupid ass be droppin' the charge
Whippin' her ass a man, right and left with his fists
And when he blows to the dome, now she her wrists
I'm hyped and I'm pissed, so I wipe the blood her limb
It's gonna be all right, I was in her bleedin' guilt
She passed out, eyes back, I'm tryin' not to panic
Stepdaddy walked in, saw my momma, then he in a frantic
Blood leakin', it won't stop, him and the rush of the
She almost died, of of blood
I knew my momma wouldn't me
She don't deserve to in pain, she just wanted to be happy
Feelin' like a pussy, I help her cuz he ain't even my daddy
She's at home, and puttin' his hands on her again
in the turn of fire, where drama doesn't end
It's
knows, than Lord, my soul's hope
Nobody knows, than Lord, my hope

It's
Livin' off a thug, money things swell
believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we keep an eye for the cops
Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my

Cause hell
What we go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my
keep watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a way
I that's all I say

It's
off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we keep an eye for the cops
Cause no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

Cause it's
What we gotta go through, and only will tell
When the pain is over, I'm on my knees
Lord keep over
I'm lookin' for a way
I that's all I say