Luyện nghe bài hát Children Of The World

Yeah, yeah,
Yeah,
in case you was wondering
I did the beat

Yeah, we just (children of the world)
And they wonder why we
Cause police do the same, that's the only gang
I'm just here, praying to my father
Tired of today, forever of tomorrow
Where's a scale I could borrow? Cause living ain't
I dropped out of school, pops, cause ain't free
Plus college me, sitting in the class
Questions in my brain but I'm too proud to ask
Take it all in stride, teacher physics
And I want to be fly
What good is a degree when there's no jobs to
And food won't do 'cause you overqualified
I'm like hustling
Tired of the foodstamps and
Running in so much work with school in
God, and I risk the things we be trusting in
All else fails, I'm in a casket fuck it then
Either get or die poor
Nigga fell short and got jammed up, but he tried
I'm sure my first words were "survival"
Looking for the answers to my in the Bible
Cause we try and decode all the secrets
My conversations with God always leave him speechless
And when I was at my worst like "we got to make this work"
My girl found time to me, too broke to give a fuck, though
My relationships got me like "what up, ho? "
I'm just bitter, I asking what you fuck for
As disrespectful, I
I was just saying, if you wonder why I you "bitch"
we just, guess I look up to the pimps
I ain't saying it wasn't wrong, but had the freshest fits
The cars and the broads and the
Is something to strive for you ain't never had shit
I'm like what the fuck, they want my soul
my ancestors' ain't enough
If I can't my own government, who can I trust?
If I abuse myself daily, who can I
Shorty might have AIDS like who can I fuck? Sure
That be the day that the bust or I have a kid
The to all the things that my father did
Cause the momma was a and I was on some rapper shit
They gave me like I asked for it
Signing everything under the sun but they ain't K.R.I.T.
I guess I didn't swag
Stupid fruity pebble chain, bag enough
tags, model bitches, couldn't brag enough
Bubble kushy, loud patch it, lag enough
acting like I ain't had enough
Ten chains on your like you ain't flash enough
I wreck so many times, I guess I ain't crash
On the like I'm pushing crack, bag it up
I tell niggas to back it up
My bitch like Scar's, the Louis rag to her
'Sace shades on my eyes like I seeing the hate
Too fresh to death, I couldn't the wake
That's too lyrical, he round busting
Mississippi? Well, he don't sound
He be down cause it's '05, I swear
The a pound of Reggie
So anything I sell's a of air
Yeah, with me