Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

This right, right here, quick
It's like it's supposed to happen, this one here
Young, God
Let me justify my thug on one right here

It one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock rock
Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock
Eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, the party to pop
Then a fella, yo

It's your boy S. Dot 'n' I never been to jail
I ain't never pay a nigga to do no for me
I was scared to do
I never tell even if it means sittin' in a cell
I never ran, never will

I ain't never smacked
A nigga better keep his to himself
Or get clapped for under that man's belt
I never for nothin' I don't demand of myself
Honesty, loyalty, friends and wealth

Death before dishonor and I tell you else
I tighten my 'fore I beg for help
Foolish pride is what held me through the years
I felt, which is why I ain't never played myself

I just play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say I've knelt
Before God and for better cards at times to no avail
But I never sat back feelin' for myself
If you don't give me heaven, I'll hell 'til it's heaven

Justify my
(For you)
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you, for you)
(Fresh)

To justify my
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you, for you)
(Fresh)

Now if you my dog, I'ma kill your cat
Just the unwritten in rap, know that
For every action a reaction, don't have me relapsin'
Relaxin's what I'm but about mine

be actin' like you can't see street action
Take me back to reasonable time
You see my mind's on the finish line, facin' the
I put my muh'fuckin' faith in the tec, Satan not yet

You understand I am chasin' my
I am escapin' my death, oh yes
I am the Michael of the roc roster
Travelin' Mach 5, barrelin' my can stop God

God forgive me but I let them deliver me to you
Until I won this race, then
My gone burn out, I get whatever is meant for me
it turns out fine, red line

Justify my
(For you)
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you)
(Fresh)

To my thug
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you)
(Fresh)

They say, "An eye for an eye", we both our sight
And two wrongs make a right
But when you been wrong and you all along
That it's just one life, at what point one fight?
(Good question, right)

'Fore you knock the war try to put your in it
Ten-and-a-halfs for a
Bet stops all the grinnin' and the laughs
When you play the game of life and the win in the bag

When your options is none and the pen is all you
Or the block, niggaz tight, there's limits on the ave
Tryin' to cop or shot-call, they self in the cash
But can't put they name on paper 'cause then you on

Mr. President, there's in our residence
Tell me what you me to do, come break bread with us
Mr. Governor, I there's a cover up
Every other corner there's a liquor store, is up

my thug
(For you)
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you)
(Fresh)

To justify my
(For you)
My thug, my for you
(Hoping, for you)
(Fresh)