Luyện nghe bài hát Justify My Thug

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

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

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

I never been smacked
A better keep his hands to himself
Or get clapped for what's under that man's
I never asked for nothin' I demand of myself
Honesty, loyalty, and then wealth

Death before dishonor and I you what else
I tighten my belt I beg for help
pride is what held me together through the years
I wasn't felt, which is why I ain't played myself

I just play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say I've never
Before God and for better cards at times to no avail
But I never sat feelin' sorry for myself
If you don't give me heaven, raise 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 shoot my dog, I'ma your cat
Just the unwritten laws in rap, know
For action there's a reaction, don't have me relapsin'
what I'm about but about mine

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

You understand I am my breath
I am escapin' my death, oh yes
I am the Michael Schumacher of the roc
Mach 5, barrelin' my power can stop God

God forgive me but I can't let deliver me to you
I won this race, then eventually
My engine gone burn out, I get whatever is for me
it turns out fine, red line

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

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

They say, "An eye for an eye", we both lose our
And two wrongs don't a right
But when you been and you know all along
it's just one life, at what point does one fight?
(Good question, right)

'Fore you the war try to put your dogs in it
for a minute-and-a-half
Bet that stops all the and the laughs
When you play the game of 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, limits on the ave
Tryin' to cop or shot-call, self cleansin' in the cash
But can't put name on paper 'cause then you on blast

Mr. President, drugs in our residence
Tell me what you want me to do, come break with us
Mr. Governor, I swear there's a up
Every other corner there's a store, fuck 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)