Luyện nghe bài hát Children Of The World

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

Yeah, we just (children of the world)
And they wonder why we
Cause do the same, that's the only rival gang
I'm just sitting here, praying to my
Tired of today, forever of tomorrow
Where's a scale I could borrow? living ain't cheap
I dropped out of school, pops, college ain't free
Plus college me, sitting in the class
Questions rushing in my brain but I'm too to ask
Take it all in stride, talking physics
And I want to be fly
What good is a degree when there's no jobs to
And fast food won't do you overqualified
I'm feeling like
Tired of the and budgeting
in so much work with school buzzing in
God, and I the only things we be trusting in
All else fails, I'm in a casket fuck it then
Either get rich or die
Nigga fell short and got up, but he tried though
I'm sure my first words were "survival"
for the answers to my problems in the Bible
Cause we try and decode all the secrets
My conversations God always seem leave him speechless
And even when I was at my like "we got to make this work"
My girl found time to me, too broke to give a fuck, though
My past relationships got me "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"
Cause we just, guess I up to the pimps
I ain't saying it wasn't wrong, but they had the freshest
The and the broads and the kicks
Is something to strive for you ain't never had shit
I'm feeling like what the fuck, want my soul
Like my ancestors' ain't
If I trust my own government, who can I trust?
If I abuse myself daily, who can I
Shorty might have AIDS who can I fuck? Sure enough
That be the day the rubber bust or I have a kid
The to all the things that my father did
Cause the was a groupie and I was on some rapper shit
They gave me Hell I asked for it
Signing everything under the sun but they after K.R.I.T.
I guess I swag enough
fruity pebble chain, Louis bag enough
Popping tags, model bitches, couldn't brag
Bubble kushy, stupid loud patch it, lag
acting like I ain't had enough
Ten on your neck like you ain't flash enough
I wreck so many times, I guess I ain't enough
On the track I'm pushing crack, bag it up
I tell these to back it up
My bitch Scar's, gave the Louis rag to her
shades on my eyes like I ain't seeing the hate
Too fresh to death, I couldn't the wake
That's too lyrical, he been round
Mississippi? Well, he sound Southern
He be down it's since '05, I swear
The game's a of Reggie
So anything I a breath of air
Yeah, fuck me