Luyện nghe bài hát Children

V1 (16)
One day you'll back at your life and wonder, like "what the fuck was I thinking"/
Puffing and drinking at - public delinquent/
Setting up for nothing, just loving life, cussing & beefing/
knowing what to believe in/
Or even care for that matter, you're too young to be hunting for reason/
When school are your function of meeting/
And looking back on the days when the term 'back in the day' wasn't
You if who you were is who you are this instant/
Cause you're 10 you're not far from an infant/
Or when prom could be listed down as your commitment/
Shit, has a wicked sense of humor that's harshly sadistic/
It puts what you did wrong, in the distance by your senses/
I harbor for bandwagons, and tailgators,
Braggart who ain't graduate with a penchant for brand-fashion
Little miss know it all bitches, and Bully-Ass bastards bad manners/
So, if you can't stand it, demand action/

V2 (32)
You see - hindsight is 20/20 as
Some never learn from others, cause they love to suffer/
I'm real with y'all, I seldom bunch my tongue up/
Yet, to this day, I never had the balls to say 'fuck' in front my
I've come to the world changes with every summer/
Sundown to sun up, the seasons run out
I've seen the power of drugs, of and the violence of guns/
And the people somehow get numb, as evil the young,
With a amount of love instilled in em,
Meanwhile teachers don't wanna build with 'em/
But I realized that I can still hit em, and see where the chill bit em/
With heat by a lil rhythm/
I to guide whoever's grippin for wisdom, I'll do what I can/
Cause I wished I received a bit a this, but I was doomed to
The manner In which I learned, with ruthless abandon/
Now, due to demand, children behold the truth is at
See, them you hanging with now, is who you are/
And they'll their parents, so look at them and decide if that's who you wanna be/
Honestly, about their qualities,/
You're probably exhibiting parts of people's behaviors chronically/
Call me a saint to ya - see that bitch that thinks she's the shit
At 15 with the heaving tits, the type would just fiend to get/
Will end up before she hits community college, broke and soon to be jobless
Abused by the dude she gets with/
See, little believe every love is true and it's timeless/
Till get fucked by 'Mr. Cool' and guess who ends up crying/
But guys ain't no to the forces of nature/
We're only out for pussy, why we split with no good reason to break up/
Now, Mr. Popularity, is that.
In 10 years, he'll be Mr. Popularity with a bad job and a
So, fuck that socialite bullshit that they force you/
Believe me, this is the exact I've gone through.

Fly your own way - Do your own
Fuck what say - Follow your own swing/
Use your mind now - get swept up/
Use well - Don't get kept up/
Live your own - Get your taste right/
Find your own vibe - what they like
Don't get caught up - Live in your own

V3 (16)
See, most motherfuckers are sheep, it was true then and it is/
Take away the uniforms, y'all dress the same way to fit in/
I see ya, doing whatever you see on TV/
Media Brainwashed, a new trend every 3 weeks/
And you're knee deep in cheap weed, liquor, even STD's in pre-teens
It's now, So, fuck whatever we think/
Well, ya might be. Things have only changed ever so slightly/
Like, Same Jordans minus the swoosh Nike/
I see it's worse ever. There's no respect and no thirst to endeavour/
Just kids that to be first in the center/
no work ethic - to earn their own personal shelter,
Bursting pent up aggression, these are the things you observe as an elder/
Cause you grow it hurts to stay inside your shell/
I'll rewrite this song in 20 years, and dedicate it to myself/
I guess the of it is, that when you're big, you'll just miss how you lived/
And when you're a kid, you'll wish you were big/
So For now.

Why You Fly On By/
If Your Flock You'll Die

You can get up under the and glide away/
The Sky is big for everybody.
You have to live life the normal way/
Glide Your Own Way.