Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You I am chasin' my breath
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, eventually
My engine burn out, I get whatever is meant for me
However it turns out fine, red

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 lose our
And two wrongs make a right
But you been wrong and you know all along
That it's just one life, at point does one fight?
(Good question, right)

'Fore you knock the war try to put your in it
for a minute-and-a-half
Bet stops all the grinnin' and the laughs
When you the game of life and the win ain't in the bag

When your options is none and the pen is all you
Or the block, niggaz standin' tight, there's on the ave
Tryin' to cop or shot-call, self cleansin' 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 swear there's a up
other corner there's a liquor store, fuck is up

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

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